"
"That's too bad," said Wuff-Wuff. "I am glad that did not happen to me.
Tell us what else you saw."
But just then Mrs. Pig grunted out:
"Come, now! All you little pigs must keep quiet and go to sleep. Go to
sleep at once!"
So Squinty and the others cuddled closer together, snuggled down in the
soft straw, and soon were fast asleep. Now and then they stirred, or
grunted during the night, but they did not wake up until morning. They
were running around the pen before breakfast, squealing as loudly as
they could, for the farmer to come and feed them. But the farmer had his
cows and horses and chickens to feed, as well as the pigs, and he did
not get to the pen until last. And when he did, all the pigs were so
hungry, even Mr. and Mrs. Pig, that they were squealing as hard as they
could.
"Yes, yes!" cried the farmer, as though he were talking to the pigs.
"I'm coming as fast as I can."
Soon the farmer poured some sour milk and corn meal down into the
trough, and how eagerly Squinty and the others did eat it! Some of the
smaller pigs even put two feet in the trough, they were so anxious to
get their share.
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