"He looks like a fine pig," replied Puss.
"TO MARKET, TO MARKET, TO BUY A FAT PIG"
"Whoa, there, piggety pig!" cried the old man as the pig began to struggle to get away.
"Look out!" cried Puss. But the warning came too late. The pig had wriggled his foot out of the noose and went racing down the road.
"Take me up behind you!" cried the little old man. "Then let us follow and catch him."
"Jump up! Quick about it!" cried Puss, Jr.
In a moment the little old man was on the good gray horse, who immediately set off at a gallop to overtake the piggety pig. It was a long race, for he had a good head start and terror lent wings to his feet.
"Git up!" cried Puss, digging his heels into the sides of the good gray horse. "Git up! Don't you see the pig is getting away from us?"