"Some of the others are bigger and better."
"No, I want the squinty one," the boy said. "He is so comical, he makes
me laugh."
"All right," answered the farmer. "I'll get him for you, now that you
have the crate all made to carry him home in on the cars."
Over into the pig pen jumped the farmer. He made a grab for Squinty and
caught him.
"Squee! Squee! Squee!" squealed Squinty, for he had never been squeezed
so tightly before.
"Oh, I'm not going to hurt you," said the farmer, kindly.
"Squinty, be quiet," ordered his papa, in the pig language. "Behave
yourself. You are going on a journey, and will be all right."
Then Squinty stopped squealing, as the farmer climbed out of the pen
with him.
"At last I am going on a journey, and I may have many adventures,"
thought the little pig. "Good-by!" he called to his papa and mamma and
brothers and sisters, left behind in the pen. "Good-by!"
"Good-by!" they all grunted and squealed. "Be a good pig," said his
mamma.
"Be a brave pig," said his papa.
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