"Then it's where the bad fox lives," went on Curly as he put his nose down in the dirt to see if he could find any hickory nuts there.
"No, the fox lives in a stump," said Flop. "I don't know what this place can be."
And then, all of a sudden, before you could take a brush and paint a picture of a lion on a soda cracker, all of a sudden the piggie boys heard a lot of voices singing a song like this:
"We are little children,
To school we love to go;
We run along,
And sing a song,
In rain or hail or snow."
"Oh, ho!" exclaimed Curly. "That's a school, that's what it is."
"To be sure," agreed his brother. "Let's go in and learn our A B C's and then we can go home and tell mamma all about it. This is an adventure, all right."
"I believe it is," said Curly. So the two little piggy boys walked along through the front door of the school, right into the room where the nice lady bug teacher was telling the children how to make a straight line crooked by bending it, and how to put butter on their bread, by spreading it.
"Oh, my!" exclaimed a little rabbit girl, as she saw the two piggie boys in school. "Look at that!"
"Quiet! No talking!" said the lady bug teacher.
"Oh, but this is like Mary's little lamb, only it's different," said Jonny Bushytail, the squirrel boy, as he remembered the verse about the lamb in school. Only this time it was pigs.