"Oh dear!" he cried out loud. "I wonder what I can eat."
"Ha!" cried a grunting little voice near him, "why don't you eat acorns, as I do?"
"What's that? Who are you? Where are you?" asked Mappo, looking up and down.
"Here I am, under this bush," the voice went on, and out walked a little pig.
"What's your name?" asked Mappo.
"My name is Squinty," answered the little pig. I suppose you had guessed that before I told you—at least those of you who have read my other book, called "Squinty, the Comical Pig."
"Squinty, eh?" remarked Mappo. "That's a queer name."
"They call me that because one of my eyes squints," said the little pig. "See!" and he looked up at Mappo in such a funny way, with one eye half shut, and the other wide open, and with one ear cocked forward and the other backward, that Mappo had to laugh.
"My name is Mappo, and I'm from the circus. I've run away, and I'm hungry," the monkey said.
"Ha! I'm running away myself," said Squinty, "and I was hungry too, but I found some acorns to eat."