big crack, and
outside the pen. It was the first time he had ever been out in his life.
At first he was a little frightened, but when he looked over into the
potato patch, and saw pig weed growing there he was happy.

"Oh, what a good meal I shall have!" grunted Squinty.

He ran toward a large bunch of the juicy, green pig weed, but before he
reached it he heard a dreadful noise.

"Bow wow! Bow wow! Bow wow!" went some animal, and then came some
growls, and the next moment Squinty saw, rushing toward him Don, the big
black and white dog of the farmer. "Bow wow! Bow wow! Bow wow!" barked
Don, and that meant, in his language: "Get back in your pen, Squinty!
What do you mean by coming out? Get back! Bow wow!"

[Illustration: Squinty saw rushing toward him, Don, the big black and
white dog.]

"Oh dear! Oh dear!" squealed Squinty. "I shall be bitten sure! That dog
will bite me! Oh dear! Why didn't I stay in the pen?"

Squinty turned on his little short legs, as quickly as he could, and
started back for the pen. But it was not easy to run in a potato field,
and Squinty, not having lived in the woods and fields as do some pigs,
was not a very good runner.

"Bow wow! Bow wow!" barked Don, running after Squinty.

I do not believe Don really meant to hurt the comical little pig. In
fact I know he did not, for Don was very kind-hearted. But Don knew that
the pigs were supposed to stay in their pen, and not come out to root up
the garden. So Don barked:

"Bow wow! Bow wow! Get back where you belong, Squinty."

Squinty ran as fast as he could, but Don ran faster. Squinty caught his
foot in a melon vine, and down he went. Before he could get up Don was
close to him, and, the next moment Squinty felt his ear being taken
between Don's strong, white teeth.

"Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh dear!" squealed Squinty, in his own queer, pig
language. "What is going to happen to me?"

CHAPTER II

SQUINTY RUNS AWAY

Between the barking of Don, the dog, and the squealing of Squinty, the
comical pig, who was being led along by his ear, there was so much noise
in the farmer's potato patch, for a few moments, that, if you had been
there, I think you would have wondered what was happening.

"Bow wow! Bow wow! Bow wow!" barked Don, still keeping hold of Squinty's
ear, though he did not pinch very hard. "Bow wow! Get back to your pen
where you belong!"

"Squee! Squee! Squee!" yelled Squinty. "Oh, please let me go! I'll be
good!"