"Come to the trough!"
she went on. "Supper is ready!"
But Squinty did not come. The farmer poured the sour milk down the
slide, where it ran into the trough, and the little pigs began to eat.
But Mr. and Mrs. Pig began looking for Squinty. They turned up the
straw, thinking he might be asleep under it. No Squinty was to be seen.
Then Mr. Pig saw the hole under the side boards of the pen.
"Ha!" exclaimed Mr. Pig, speaking to Mrs. Pig, "I think perhaps Squinty
went out there."
"Oh, so he did!" said Mrs. Pig. "What shall we do?"
Just then the farmer looked over in the pen to see how fat the pigs were
getting. He counted the little pigs. Then a queer look came over his
face.
"Hello!" he exclaimed. "Only six here! One of those pigs has gotten out.
I must look into this!"
Quickly he glanced all about the pen. He saw the hole out of which
Squinty had run away.
"I thought so!" exclaimed the farmer. "One of the pigs has rooted his
way out. I'll have to go after him. Here, Don!" he called to his dog.
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