close to him, and, the next moment Squinty felt his ear being taken
between Don's strong, white teeth.

"Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh dear!" squealed Squinty, in his own queer, pig
language. "What is going to happen to me?"




CHAPTER II


SQUINTY RUNS AWAY

Between the barking of Don, the dog, and the squealing of Squinty, the
comical pig, who was being led along by his ear, there was so much noise
in the farmer's potato patch, for a few moments, that, if you had been
there, I think you would have wondered what was happening.

"Bow wow! Bow wow! Bow wow!" barked Don, still keeping hold of Squinty's
ear, though he did not pinch very hard. "Bow wow! Get back to your pen
where you belong!"

"Squee! Squee! Squee!" yelled Squinty. "Oh, please let me go! I'll be
good!"

And so it went on, the dog talking in his barking language, and Squinty
squealing in his pig talk; but they could easily understand one another,
even if no one else could.