But, anyhow, we
want Squinty back, and the only way we can get him is to have the farmer
and his dog go after him."
The other little pigs finished their supper of sour milk, with some
small potatoes which the farmer's wife threw in to them. Mr. and Mrs.
Pig ate a little, and then the farmer, after stopping up the hole where
Squinty got out, so no more of the pigs could run away, started off over
the fields, calling to his dog.
"Bow wow! Bow wow! Bow wow!" barked Don. That meant, in dog language,
"I'll find Squinty and bring him back."
Meanwhile Squinty had tried his best to find a way out of the cornfield.
But all he did was to walk up one row, and down another. If he had been
tall enough to stand up and look over the tops of the corn stalks, he
might have seen which way to go, but he was not yet large enough for
that.
Pretty soon Squinty looked up, and he saw that the sun was not as bright
as it had been. Squinty knew what this meant. The sun was going down,
and it would soon be night.
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