Little Yellow Wang-lo

by M. C. Bell

But the little pig had a will of his own, and would not go the way little Yellow Wang-lo wanted. So little Yellow Wang-lo got a stick and beat the pig, and the pig began to pull and pull at the string, and the more little Wang-lo beat him the more he squealed and the faster he ran right through the town, away from the river out into the country.

The poor little boy was not used to running, and he soon got very tired and hot; but on piggie ran, and at last little Yellow Wang-lo tripped over a stone, the string broke, and down he fell. Getting up quickly, he saw the little pig knocking at a little gate, and he heard it say: “Let me in, mother; let me in.”

And a voice said: “Who’s there?” And the little pig answered: “It’s little Wee-wee come home again.” But the mother said: “How am I to know it is little Wee-wee? I will open the gate a little crack, and you must show me if you have white feet.”

So the mother pig opened the gate a very little way, and when she saw Wee-wee’s white feet she let him in; and little Yellow Wang-lo, who was close behind, slipped in also, for he did not dare to go home without the pig for his father’s dinner. When he got inside he found a very big fat old mother pig and seven little black, white, red and black and white piglets.

They were playing at Catch-who-can, so little Wee-wee and little Yellow Wang-lo joined in the game until they were splashed all over from head to foot, and they had torn little Wang-lo’s Sunday coat all to rags and trodden his hat and shoes into the mud.