"The farmer must be building another barn," said Mr. Pig, for he and his
family could not see outside the pen. "Yes, he must be building another
barn, for once before we heard the sounds of hammering and sawing, and
then a new barn was built."

But that was not what it was this time.

Soon the sounds stopped, and the farmer and the boy came and looked down
into the pig pen.

"Now you are sure you want that squinty one?" the farmer asked the boy.
"Some of the others are bigger and better."

"No, I want the squinty one," the boy said. "He is so comical, he makes
me laugh."

"All right," answered the farmer. "I'll get him for you, now that you
have the crate all made to carry him home in on the cars."

Over into the pig pen jumped the farmer. He made a grab for Squinty and
caught him.

"Squee! Squee! Squee!" squealed Squinty, for he had never been squeezed
so tightly before.

"Oh, I'm not going to hurt you," said the farmer, kindly.

"Squinty, be quiet," ordered his papa, in the pig language. "Behave
yourself. You are going on a journey, and will be all right."