"In the morning I shall go back to the boy who taught me tricks,"
thought Squinty.
But something else happened in the morning.
Squinty was awake when the sun first peeped up from behind the clouds.
The little pig scratched his ear, where a mosquito had bitten him during
the night. Then he stretched first one leg and then the others, and
said:
"Ha! Ho! Hum! Uff! Uff! I guess I'll have some acorns for my breakfast."
It was a very easy matter for Squinty to get his breakfast. He did not
have to wash, or comb his hair, or even dress. Just as he was he got up
out of his leaf-bed, and began rooting around in the ground for acorns.
He soon found all he wanted, and ate them. Then he felt thirsty, so he
looked around until he had found another spring of cool water, where he
drank as much as he needed.
"And now to go back home, to the boy who taught me tricks," said Squinty
to himself. "I guess he is wondering where I am."
And indeed that boy, Bob, and his sisters Mollie and Sallie, were
wondering where Squinty was.
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