"And if I do get hungry again, I may find something in the woods," he
said to himself. "Acorn nuts grow in the woods, and they are very good.
I'll root up some of them."

Once or twice Squinty looked back toward the pen he had run away from,
to see if Bob, his master, were coming after him. But Bob had no idea
his little pet had run away. In fact, just then, Bob was wondering what
new trick he could teach Squinty the next day.

On and on ran the comical pig. Once he found something round and yellow
on the ground.

"Ha! That looks like a yellow apple," thought Squinty, and he bit it
hard with his white teeth. Then his mouth all puckered up, he felt a
sour taste, and he cried out:

"Wow! I don't like that. Oh, that isn't an apple at all!"

And it wasn't--it was a lemon the grocery boy had dropped.

"Oh! How sour!" grunted Squinty. "I'd like a drink of water to take the
taste of that out of my mouth."

Squinty lifted his nose up in the air, and sniffed and snuffed. He
wanted to try to smell a spring of water, and he did, just on the edge
of the big wood. Over to the spring he ran on his little short legs, and
soon he was having a fine drink.

"Now I feel better," Squinty said. "What will happen next?"