When the farmer picked him up, and dropped him down among his brothers
and sisters, in the clean straw, Wuff-Wuff, Squealer, and Curly Tail,
and the others, were so glad to see Squinty that they grunted, and
squealed and walked all over one another, to be the first to get close
to him.
"Oh, Squinty, where were you?"
"Where did you go?"
"What did you do?"
"Weren't you awfully scared?"
"Where did the dog find you?"
"Did he bite you very hard?"
These were some of the questions Squinty's brothers and sisters asked of
the little runaway pig. They pressed close up to him, rubbing their
funny, wiggling, rubber-like noses against him, and snuggling up against
him, for they liked Squinty very much indeed.
Then, after the young pigs had had their turn, Mr. Pig and Mrs. Pig
began asking questions.
"What made you run away?" asked Squinty's papa.
"Oh, I wanted to have an adventure," said Squinty.
"Well, did you have one?" asked his mamma.
"Oh, yes, lots of them," answered the little pig.
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