"Oh, yes, once," answered Mr. Pig. "I was taken away from my pen, when I
was pretty large, and given to a little girl for a pet. But she did not
keep me long. I guess she would rather have had her dolls, so I was soon
brought back to my pen. And I was glad of it."
"Well, I hope they will soon bring Squinty back," Wuff-Wuff said. "It is
lonesome without him."
But, after a while, the other pigs found so many things to do, and they
were kept so busy, eating sour milk, and getting fat, that they nearly
forgot about Squinty.
But, all this time, something was happening to the comical little pig.
Toward evening of the first day that Squinty had been put in the new
little cage, the boy, who had not been near him in some time, came back
to look at his pet.
"Now I have a larger place for you," the boy said, speaking just as
though Squinty could understand him. And, in fact, Squinty did know much
of what was said to him, though he could not talk back in boy language,
being able to speak only his own pig talk.
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