"Squee! Squee!" yelled Squinty in delight, And how fast he ate! That was because he was hungry, you see, but pigs nearly always eat fast, as though they were continually in a hurry.
"Oh, isn't it cute!" exclaimed a voice over Squinty's head. He looked up, half shutting his one funny eye, and cocking one ear up, and letting the other droop down. But he did not stop eating.
"Oh, isn't he funny!" cried another voice. And Squinty saw the boy and his sisters looking at him.
"Yes, he surely is a nice pig," the boy said, "In a few days, when he gets over being strange, I'm going to teach him some tricks."
"Ha! There's that word tricks again!" thought Squinty. "I wonder what tricks are? But I shall very soon find out."
For a few days Squinty was rather lonesome in his new pen, all by himself. He missed his papa and mamma and brothers and sisters. But the boy came to see Squinty every day, bringing him nice things to eat, and, after a bit, Squinty came to look for his new friend.
"I guess you are getting to know me, aren't you, old fellow?" the boy said one day, after feeding Squinty, and he scratched the little pig on the back with a stick.
"Uff! Uff!" grunted Squinty. That, I suppose, was his way of saying:
"Of course I know you, and I like you, boy."
One day, about a week after he had come to his new home, Squinty heard the boy say: