He was put down
in the bottom of the basket, which held many things, and, a second
later, Squinty, the comical pig, felt himself flying upward through the
air.
Squinty was off on a trip in a balloon.
CHAPTER X
SQUINTY AND THE SQUIRREL
Up, up, and up some more went Squinty, the comical pig. At first the
fast motion in the balloon made him a little dizzy, just as it might
make you feel queer the first time you went on a merry-go-'round.
"Uff! Uff!" grunted Squinty. He was so surprised at this sudden
adventure that, really, he did not know what to say.
"I wonder if he's afraid?" said one of the men.
"He acts so," the other answered. "But he'll get used to it. How high up
are you going?"
"Oh, about a mile, I guess."
Squinty cuddled down in the basket of the balloon, between two bags full
of something, and shivered.
"My goodness me!" thought poor Squinty. "A mile up in the air! That's
awfully high."
He knew about how far a mile was on land, for it was about the distance
from the farmhouse, near where his pen used to be, to the village
church.
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