"Well, I hope they will soon bring Squinty back," Wuff-Wuff said. "It is
lonesome without him."

But, after a while, the other pigs found so many things to do, and they
were kept so busy, eating sour milk, and getting fat, that they nearly
forgot about Squinty.

But, all this time, something was happening to the comical little pig.

Toward evening of the first day that Squinty had been put in the new
little cage, the boy, who had not been near him in some time, came back
to look at his pet.

"Now I have a larger place for you," the boy said, speaking just as
though Squinty could understand him. And, in fact, Squinty did know much
of what was said to him, though he could not talk back in boy language,
being able to speak only his own pig talk.

"And I guess you are hungry, too, and want something to eat," the boy
went on. "I will feed you!"

"Squee! Squee! Squee!" squealed Squinty. If there was one word in
man-talk that he understood very well, it was "feed." He had often heard
the farmer say:

"Well, now I must feed the pigs."

And right after that, some nice sour milk would come splashing down into
the trough of the pen. So when Squinty heard the word "feed" again, he
guessed what was going to happen.