“Well, I am sorry about that,” barked Don, “for I do not mean to be unkind to you. Still I must take you back where you belong.”
“And just when I was having such fun, running away!” went on Squinty, disappointed.
“It isn’t any fun to run away,” spoke Don, as he took hold of Squinty’s ear in a new place, so as not to hurt the comical little pig with the queer, squinty eye.
“Oh, isn’t it?” squealed Squinty. “That’s because you never tried it—you don’t know. Now if you were to run away once, you’d have so much fun you’d like it, I’m sure.”
“Did you have any fun when you ran away?” asked Don.
“Lots of fun,” answered Squinty. “That is, I did have until you came along and spoiled it all.”
“Well, I’m sorry I spoiled it, but I had to bring you home,” spoke Don. “You belong at the farm you know—not in a circus with monkeys and elephants.”
“But it’s lots of fun in a circus,” went on Squinty. “I say, Don,” he went on eagerly, “let’s run away together and join the circus. We could learn to do tricks, and have lots of fun. Come on!”
“No indeed!” growled Don. “I’m not going to run away.”