So the rabbits did, and no hunter shot them that time.
For a week after that, every time Flop Ear, Snuggle and Pink Nose went out in the woods they would listen for any sound that might be a hunter’s gun. Once Flop Ear thought he heard it, and he ran. But this time it was really thunder, and soon it rained and he had to hurry home, getting all wet. But with his thick fur he did not mind.
“It is hard to tell a hunter’s gun from thunder,” thought Flop Ear.
Not far from where Flop Ear lived in the wood was a farm, and on the farm was a pig pen. Once when there were none of the farm people about Flop Ear and Pink Nose went close to the pig pen. They could look in through the cracks of the board pen and see nine pigs.
Two of the pigs were large and the other seven were small. And one little pig had a funny, squinting eye, so that when he looked out at Flop Ear and Pink Nose they had to laugh.
“What are you laughing at?” asked the little pig, who could speak the language understood by all animals. “What is the matter?”
“It is you,” answered Flop Ear. “You have such a funny squint.”
“Well, Squinty is my name,” said the little pig. “They name me that because of my eye. Don’t you like it?”
“Oh, yes,” answered Pink Nose. “I think it’s a pretty name.”