Once, as Squinty was walking along, he saw what he thought was another
potato on the ground in front of him. He put his nose out toward it,
intending to eat it, but the thing gave a big jump, and hopped out of
the way.
"Ha! That must be one of the hop toads I heard my mother tell about,"
thought Squinty. "I must not hurt them, for they are good to catch the
flies that tickle me when I try to sleep. Hop on," he said to the toad.
"I won't bother you."
[Illustration: "Hop on," he said to the toad, "I won't bother you."]
The toad did not stop to say anything. She just hopped on, and hid under
a big stone. Maybe she was afraid of Squinty, but he would not have hurt
her.
Soon the little pig came to the brook of cool water, and after looking
about, to see that there was no danger near, Squinty waded in, and took
a long drink. Then he rolled over and over again in it, washing off all
the mud and dirt, and coming out as clean and as pink as a little baby.
Squinty was a real nice pig, even if he had run away.
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