He also gave a little squeal.
"Here he is, Don!" called the farmer. "Take him by the ear, and lead him
back to the pen. Easy, now!"
Squinty stood still. He did not want to run away from Don. Squinty was
only too anxious to be found, and taken home.
The next minute, through the rows of corn, came bounding Don, the dog.
He was followed by the farmer.
"Ah, there he is! The little runaway!" cried the farmer man as he saw
the pig. "After him, Don! But don't hurt him!"
Don raced up beside Squinty, and took him gently by the ear.
"Bow wow!" barked the dog, and that meant: "Come along with me, if you
please. You have been away from your pen quite long enough."
Squinty gave a loud squeal when Don took him by the ear, but when the
little pig found that the dog did not mean to hurt him, he grew quiet,
and went along willingly enough.
"I must make that pig pen a great deal tighter, if they are going to get
out and run away every day," said the farmer to himself, as he walked
along behind Don and Squinty.
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