would not run away as long as he was kindly treated, but of course
Squinty could not do this. Instead, he could only grunt and squeal.

The boy tied a string to Squinty's leg, and let him out of the pen. The
comical little pig was glad to have more room in which to move about. He
walked first to one side, and then the other, rooting in the dirt with
his funny, rubbery nose. The boy laughed to see him.

"I guess you are looking for something to eat," the boy said. "Well,
let's see if you can find these acorns."

The boy hid them under a pile of dirt, and watched. Squinty smelled
about, and sniffed. He could easily tell where the acorns had been
hidden, and, a moment later, he had rooted them up and was eating them.

"Oh, you funny little pig!" cried the boy. "You are real smart! You know
how to find acorns. That is one trick."

"Ha! If that is a trick, it is a very easy one--just rooting up acorns,"
thought Squinty to himself.

Squinty walked around, as far as the rope tied to his leg would let him.
The other end of the rope was held by the boy. Once the rope got tangled
around Squinty's foot, and he jumped over it to get free. The boy saw
him and cried:

"Oh, I wonder if I could teach you to jump the rope? That would be a
fine trick. Let me see."

The boy thought a moment, and then lifted Squinty up, and set him down