"Uff! Uff!" grunted Squinty, getting up and going over to one of the
bags of sand. "Maybe that is good to eat!" he thought. "If it is I will
take a bite. I am hungry."
"Oh, look at that pig!" suddenly called one of the men in the balloon
basket.
"Sure enough, it is a pig!" exclaimed the other. "And what a comical
little chap he is!" he went on. "See the funny way he looks at you."
At that moment Squinty looked up, as he often did, with one eye partly
closed, the other open, and with one ear cocked frontwards, and the
other backwards.
"Say, he's a cute one all right," said the first man. "Let's take him
along."
"What for?" asked his friend. "We'd only have to toss out as much sand
as he weighs so we could go up."
"Oh, let's take him along, anyhow," insisted the other. "Maybe he'll be
a mascot for us."
"Well, if he's a mascot, all right. Then we'll take him. We need some
good luck on this trip."
Squinty did not know what a mascot was. Perhaps he thought it was
something good to eat.
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