"I'll go over in there and see what happens," thought Squinty. "Perhaps
I may find some acorns."

And so Squinty ran away to the woods.




CHAPTER IX

SQUINTY'S BALLOON RIDE


This was the third time Squinty had run away. But not once did he intend
to do any wrong; you see he knew no better. He just found his pen door
open and walked out--that was all there was to it.

"I wonder what will happen to me this time?" thought the comical little
pig, as he hurried along over the ground, toward the woods. "I don't
believe Don, the dog, will find me here, for he must be back on the
farm. But some other dog might. I had better be careful, I guess."

When Squinty thought this he stopped and looked carefully around for any
signs of a barking dog. But he saw none. It was very still and quiet,
for it was nearly supper time in the big house where Bob lived, and he
and his sisters were waiting for the bell to ring to call them to the
table.

But Squinty had had his supper, and, for the time, he was not hungry.