"I wonder if any of them can do any tricks?" asked a boy who stood looking down into the pen.
"These aren't trained circus pigs," spoke one of the girls. "They can't do tricks."
The boy and the girls stayed for a little while, watching the pigs. Then the boy said:
"Let's pull some weeds and feed them."
"Oh, yes, let's!" cried the girls. The pigs were glad when they heard this, and they were more glad when the boy and the girls threw pig weed, and other green things from the garden, into the pen. The pigs ate them all up, and wanted more.
After that, for several days, Squinty and his brothers and sisters could hear the boy and the girls running about the garden, but they could not see them because the boards around the pig pen were too high. The boy and the girls seemed to be having a fine time.
Squinty could hear them talking about hunting the hens' eggs, and feeding the little calves and sheep, and riding on the backs of horses.
Then, one day Squinty looked up out of the pen, and, leaning over the top board he saw the farmer, the boy and another man.
"Oh, Father!" exclaimed the boy, "do let me have just one little pig. They are so nice!"
| 'Oh, Father!' exclaimed the boy, 'do let me have just one little pig.' |