PIGGY BOYS AT SCHOOL
One day Curly, the little pig who had such a funny shaped tail, said to his brother, Flop Ear:
"Say, let's run off and look for adventures as Uncle Wiggily, the old gentleman rabbit, used to do!"
"Where shall we run?" asked Flop.
"Oh, almost anywhere," answered Curly. "We'll go down the road, toward Sylvan Way, and out beyond the old black stump, and turn the corner around the place where the apple tree grows, and then we'll see what will happen."
"All right," agreed Flop, so the two little pig brothers started off. Their mamma was making some red flannel pies in the kitchen, ready for winter, and of course she did not see them go, or perhaps she might have stopped them.
Pretty soon, in a little while, oh, maybe in about an hour and a half, Curly and Flop came to a building all made of red brick, with a chimney sticking from the top for the smoke to come out of, and a lot of doors and windows in it.
"I wonder what that is?" said Flop.
"Maybe it's where the skillery scalery alligator lives," suggested
Curly.
"Oh, no, he lives in a rocky cave under the water," spoke Flop.
"This isn't his house."