As soon as he was in it Squinty ran
over to the trough, hoping there would be some sour milk in it. But
there was none.
"You've had enough to eat for a while," said the boy with a laugh.
"Later on I'll give you your milk."
"Uff! Uff!" grunted Squinty, and I suppose he meant he would be glad to
have the milk now. But he got none, so he curled himself up in the clean
straw and went to sleep.
When he awakened, he thought at first he was back in the pen at home,
and he cried out:
"Oh, Wuff-Wuff! Oh, Twisty Tail. I had the queerest dream! I thought a
boy had me, and that I could jump a rope, and hunt acorns, and do lots
of tricks. But I--!" And then Squinty stopped. He looked around and
found himself all alone in the new pen. None of his brothers or sisters
was near him, and he could not hear his mamma or papa grunting near the
feed trough.
"Ha! It wasn't a dream, after all," thought Squinty, a bit sorrowfully.
"It's all real--I can do tricks, and a boy has me."
Every few days after that the boy took Squinty out of his pen, and let
him do the rope-jumping and the acorn-hunting tricks.
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