Slicko felt sure it was the hunter-man, and she was getting ready to give a big jump, and hurry home to the nest, when, all at once, she saw something sort of pink and white come out of the bush. As soon as Slicko saw this, she knew it was not a hunter-man, for it walked on four feet, whereas a hunter walks on two feet.
“Why, it’s a little pig!” exclaimed Slicko, looking down. She knew it was a pig, because, not far from the woods where she lived, there was a farm, and on the farm was a pen of pigs. Slicko had seen them once.
“Yes, that’s a pig! I’m not afraid of him,” said the little squirrel girl. “Hello!” she called down to the pig, who was rooting along in the ground, looking for something to eat, I suppose.
“Hello!” called Slicko. “What’s your name?”
“Oh, hello! How you frightened me, calling that way!” answered the pig. “My name is Squinty. What’s yours?”
Now if you had been listening to this talk between the two animals—the squirrel and the pig—all you would have heard would have been something like this:
“Chatter! Chat! Chat! Chit! Chit! Chirp! Chir-r-r-r-r-r-r-r!”
And then:
“Uff! Uff! Wuff! Wuff! Ugh! Ugh!”
One was the squirrel talking, and the other was the pig answering.