Pretty soon the milkman came in his wagon to bring the milk for dinner. He carried it in and knocked at the back door, and poured it in a pail for mama. Then he ran out as fast as he could and hopped up in his wagon and drove away.
But he forgot to close the gate.
The little pink pig saw the gate was open, and he ran right out into the big road.
“I will show my mama how much I know,” he said. And he trotted down the big road as fast as his little pink legs would carry him.
He had not gone very far when he saw a big black and white thing. The black and white thing ran after the little pig, and rolled him over in the dust.
“and he took the little pink pig home.”
The little pig squealed and squealed, and the black and white thing rolled him and rolled him over, and kept saying “Bow wow!” But by and by he turned and went away.
The little pig got up and tried to shake off the dust, but he couldn’t shake it all off. He wanted to go home, but he had rolled over and over so much, that he couldn’t tell where home was. So he ran into a cornfield to hide, till he was sure the black and white thing was gone.