"This is the first time I have seen any of you pigs in the garden," went
on Don, still keeping hold of Squinty's ear, "and I want you, please, to
go back in your pen."

"Oh, I'll go! I'll go!" cried Squinty. "Only let loose of my ear, Mr.
Dog, if you please!"

"What! Have you hold of Squinty's ear?" asked Wuff-Wuff. "Oh, do please
let him go!"

"Yes, I will, now that you are here," said Don, and he took his strong,
white teeth from the piggy boy's ear. "I did not bite him hard enough to
hurt him," said Don. "But I had to catch hold of him somewhere, and
taking him by the ear was better than taking him by the tail, I think."

"Oh, yes, indeed!" agreed Mr. Pig. "Once, when I was a little pig, a dog
bit me on the tail, and I never got over it. In fact I have the marks
yet," and he tried to look around at his tail, which had a kink in it.
But Mr. Pig was too fat to see his own tail.

"So that's why I took hold of Squinty by the ear," went on Don. "Did I
hurt you very much?" he asked the little pig who had run out of the pen.

"Oh, no; not much," Squinty said, as he rubbed his ear with his paw.
Then, as he saw a bunch of pig weed close to him, he began nibbling
that. And his brothers and sisters, seeing him do this, began to eat the
pig weed also.

"Come! This will never do!" barked Don, the dog. "I am sorry, but all