"
So Squinty stopped squealing, and walked on and on between the rows of
corn, trying to find his way home to the pen all by himself. Squinty was
really quite a brave pig, wasn't he?
By this time, as you can well believe, Mr. and Mrs. Pig, in the pen, had
awakened from their afternoon sleep. And all the little pigs had
awakened too, for they were beginning to feel hungry again.
"Isn't it about time the farmer came with some sour milk for us?" asked
Mr. Pig of Mrs. Pig.
"I think it is," she said, looking up at the sun, for the sun is the
only clock that pigs, and other animals, have. When they see the sun in
the east, low down, they know it is morning. When it shines directly
over their heads, high in the sky, they know it is noon. And when the
sun sinks down in the west the pigs know it is getting toward night, and
supper time.
The sun was low down in the west now, and Mr. and Mrs. Pig knew it must
be nearly time for their evening meal.
"Come, Wuff-Wuff. Come, Squealer. Come, Squinty, and all the rest of
you!" called Mrs.
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