"I wonder
what tricks are, anyhow? Does it mean I am to have good things to eat? I
hope so."
You see Squinty, like most little pigs, thought more of something to eat
than of anything else. But we must not blame him for that, since he
could not help it.
Pretty soon the wagon rattled over some stones, and then came to a stop.
"Here we are!" called the children's father. "Bring along your little
pig, Bob. Here comes the train."
"Ha! It seems I am to go on a train," thought Squinty. "I wonder what a
train is?"
Squinty had many things to learn, didn't he?
The little pig in the box felt himself being lifted out of the wagon.
Then he could look about him. He saw a large building, in front of which
were long, slender strips of shining steel. These were the railroad
tracks, but Squinty did not know that. Then all at once, Squinty heard a
loud noise, which went like this:
"Whee! Whee! Whee-whee!"
"Oh my! what a loud squeal that pig has!" exclaimed Squinty. "He can
squeal much louder than I can, I think.
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