"Oh, I don't know," Squinty would answer. "I think it would be fun if we
all could; don't you?"

"No, indeed!" cried Wuff-Wuff. "Some big dog might chase us. I want to
stay in the pen."

But Squinty was a brave, bold, mischievous little pig. He was not
content to stay in the pen. He wanted to have some adventures. He wanted
to get out in the garden, which looked so nice and green.

Squinty looked all around the other sides of the pen. He wanted to see
if there was another loose board. If there was, he made up his little
pig mind that he would go out again. But he said nothing of this to his
brothers or sisters, or to his father or mother. He felt that they would
not like him to go away again.

"But there is not much fun staying in the pen all the while," thought
Squinty. "I wish I could get out."

Squinty, you see, had made up his mind to run away. Often horses run
away, so I don't see why pigs can't, also. Anyhow, that was what Squinty
intended to do.

But, for nearly a week after his first adventure in the garden, Squinty
had no chance to slip out of the pen. All the boards seemed very tight.

Then, one day, it was very hot. The sun shone brightly.

"Dig holes for yourselves in the cool ground, and lie down in them,"
said Mrs. Pig. "That will cool you off."