"Squee! Squee!" squealed Squinty, when he heard this. He watched the man
put some bread and milk in a tin pan, and set it down on the floor of
the basket. Then Squinty put his nose in the dish and began to eat.

And Oh! how good it tasted! Of course the milk was sweet, instead of
sour, for men do not usually like sour milk. Squinty had a good meal,
and then he went to sleep.

What happened while Squinty slept, the little pig did not know. But when
he woke up it was all dark, and he knew it must be night, so he went to
sleep again. And the next time he awakened the sun was shining, so he
felt sure it was morning.

And then, all of a sudden, something happened. One of the men called
out:

"There is a good place to land!"

"Yes, we'll go down there," agreed the other. Then he pulled a string.
Squinty did not know what it was for, but I'll tell you. It was to open
a hole in the balloon so the gas would rush out. Then the balloon would
begin to fall.

And that is what happened. Down, down went the balloon. It went very
fast, and Squinty felt dizzy. Faster and faster fell the balloon, until,
at last it gave such a bump down on the ground that Squinty was bounced
right over the side of the basket.

Right out of the basket the comical little pig was bounced, but he came