"Now, Squinty!"

Then Squinty would toss the apple up in the air, off his nose, and catch
it as it came down. Oh, how good it tasted!

Squinty also learned to march around with a stick for a gun, and play
soldier. He liked this trick best of all, for he always had two apples
to eat after that.

Many of Bob's boy friends came to see his trained pig. They all thought
he was very funny and cute, and they laughed very hard when Squinty
looked at them with his queer, drooping eye. They would feed him apples,
potatoes and sometimes bits of cake that Bob's mother gave them. Squinty
grew very fond of cake.

Then one day something happened. Bob always used to lock the door of the
new pig pen every night, for, though he knew his pet was quite tame now,
he thought, if the door were left open, Squinty might wander away. And
that is exactly what Squinty did. He did not mean to do wrong, but he
knew no better. One evening, after he had done many tricks that day,
when Squinty found the door of his pen part way open, he just pushed it
the rest of the way with his strong nose, and out he walked! No one saw
him.

"Uff! Uff!" grunted Squinty, looking about, "I guess I'll go take a walk
by myself. I may find something good to eat."

Out of the pen he went. There was no garden here, such as the farmer had
at Squinty's first home. But, not far from the pig pen was the big,
green wood.