And
that is exactly what Squinty did. He did not mean to do wrong, but he
knew no better. One evening, after he had done many tricks that day,
when Squinty found the door of his pen part way open, he just pushed it
the rest of the way with his strong nose, and out he walked! No one saw
him.
"Uff! Uff!" grunted Squinty, looking about, "I guess I'll go take a walk
by myself. I may find something good to eat."
Out of the pen he went. There was no garden here, such as the farmer had
at Squinty's first home. But, not far from the pig pen was the big,
green wood.
"I'll go over in there and see what happens," thought Squinty. "Perhaps
I may find some acorns."
And so Squinty ran away to the woods.
CHAPTER IX
SQUINTY'S BALLOON RIDE
This was the third time Squinty had run away. But not once did he intend
to do any wrong; you see he knew no better. He just found his pen door
open and walked out--that was all there was to it.
"I wonder what will happen to me this time?" thought the comical little
pig, as he hurried along over the ground, toward the woods.
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