“Oh, dear!” he thought, “if I ever get back to my mama, I will never try to go down the big road again, till she teaches me what these queer things are.”
Just then he found himself in front of his own little house with the white fence around it. He ran into the house and told his mama everything that had happened to him. “Oh, mama,” he said, “what was the black and white thing?”
“the speckled thing puffed up and said ‘squawk!’”
“It was a dog,” she said. “Dogs sometimes chase little pigs.”
“Oh, mama,” he said, “a man found me in his cornfield and put me in a pen.”
“You must keep out of cornfields,” said mama. “People do not like pigs in their cornfields.”
“Oh, mama, what was the big red thing with sharp things on top of its head?”
“It was a cow,” said mama. “You should not go where cows are till you are big enough to keep out of their way.”
“Oh, mama, what was the speckled thing that puffed up and said ‘Squawk?’”