CHAPTER III


SQUINTY IS LOST

This was the second time Squinty had run out of the pen and into the
farmer's garden. The first time he had been caught and brought back by
Don, the dog. This time Squinty did not intend to get caught, if he
could help it.

So, after crawling out through the hole under the pen, the little pig
came to a stop, and looked carefully on all sides of him. His one little
squinty eye was opened as wide as it would open, and the other eye was
opened still wider. Squinty wanted to see all there was to be seen.

He cocked one ear up in front of him, to listen to any sounds that might
come from that direction, and the other ear he drooped over toward his
back, to hear any noises that might come from behind him.

What Squinty was especially listening for was the barking of Don, the
dog.

"For," thought Squinty, "I don't want Don to catch me again, and make me
go back, before I have had any fun. It will be time enough to go back to
the pen when it is dark. Yes, that will be time enough," for of course
Squinty did not think of staying out after the sun had gone down. Or, at
least, he did not imagine he would.

But you just wait and see what happens.