He had often heard the farmer man say so.
"And if it was a mile from my pen to the church, and that mile of road
was stood straight up in the air," thought Squinty, "it would be a
terrible long way to fall. I hope I don't fall."
And it did not seem as if he would--at least not right away. The basket
in which he was riding looked good and strong. Squinty had shut his eyes
when he heard the men speak about going a mile up in the air, but now,
as the balloon seemed to have stopped rising, the little pig opened his
eyes again, and peered all about him.
"Look!" exclaimed one of the men with a laugh. "Hasn't that pig the most
comical face you ever saw?"
"That's what he has," answered the other. "He makes me want to laugh
every time I look at him, with that funny half-shut eye of his."
"Well," thought Squinty, "I'm glad somebody is happy and jolly, and
wants to laugh, for I'm sure I don't. I wish I hadn't run away from the
nice boy who taught me the tricks."
Then, as Squinty remembered how he had been taught to stand up on his
hind legs, he thought he would do that trick now.
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