Soon the little pig came to the brook of cool water, and after looking
about, to see that there was no danger near, Squinty waded in, and took
a long drink. Then he rolled over and over again in it, washing off all
the mud and dirt, and coming out as clean and as pink as a little baby.
Squinty was a real nice pig, even if he had run away.

"Let me see," he said to himself, after his bath. "What shall I do now?
Which way shall I go?"

Well, he happened to be hungry after his swim. In fact Squinty was very
often hungry, so he thought he would see if he could find anything more
to eat.

"I have had potatoes and pig weed," he thought, "and now I would like
some apples. I wonder if there are any apple trees around here?"

He looked and, across the field of corn, he thought he saw an apple
tree. He made up his mind to go there.

And that is where Squinty made another mistake. He made one when he ran
away from the pen, and another one when he started to go through the
corn field.

Corn, you know, grows quite high, and pigs, even the largest of them,
are not very tall. At least not until they stand on their hind legs.
That was a trick Squinty had not yet learned. So he had to go along on
four legs, and this made him low down.

Now he had been able to look over the tops of the potato vines, as they
were not very high, but Squinty could not look over the top of the corn