Wuff-Wuff said he thought so, too, but he didn’t just know what to do.  In fact there was not much one could do in a pig pen.

“If we could only get out of here!” grunted Squinty, as he looked out through a crack in the boards and saw the green garden, where pig weed was growing thickly.

“Yes, but we can’t,” said Wuff-Wuff.

Squinty was not so sure about this.  In fact he was a very inquisitive little pig—­that is, he always wanted to find out about things, and why this and that was so, and what made the wheels go around, and all like that.

“I think I can get out through that place,” said Squinty to himself, a little later.  He had found another crack between two boards of the pen—­a large crack, and one edge of the board was loose.  Squinty began to push with his rubbery nose.

A pig’s nose is pretty strong, you know, for it is made for digging, or rooting in the earth, to turn up acorns, and other good things to eat.

Squinty pushed and pushed on the board until he had made it very loose.  The crack was getting wider.

“Oh, I can surely get out!” he thought.  He looked around; his mother and father and all the little pigs were asleep in the shady part of the pen.

“I’m going!” said Squinty to himself.

He gave one extra hard push, and there he was through the big crack, and outside the pen.  It was the first time he had ever been out in his life.  At first he was a little frightened, but when he looked over into the potato patch, and saw pig weed growing there he was happy.

“Oh, what a good meal I shall have!” grunted Squinty.

He ran toward a large bunch of the juicy, green pig weed, but before he reached it he heard a dreadful noise.

“Bow wow!  Bow wow!  Bow wow!” went some animal, and then came some growls, and the next moment Squinty saw, rushing toward him Don, the big black and white dog of the farmer.  “Bow wow!  Bow wow!  Bow wow!” barked Don, and that meant, in his language:  “Get back in your pen, Squinty!  What do you mean by coming out?  Get back!  Bow wow!”

[Illustration:  Squinty saw rushing toward him, Don, the big black and white dog.]

“Oh dear!  Oh dear!” squealed Squinty.  “I shall be bitten sure!  That dog will bite me!  Oh dear!  Why didn’t I stay in the pen?”

Squinty turned on his little short legs, as quickly as he could, and started back for the pen.  But it was not easy to run in a potato field, and Squinty, not having lived in the woods and fields as do some pigs, was not a very good runner.

“Bow wow!  Bow wow!” barked Don, running after Squinty.

I do not believe Don really meant to hurt the comical little pig.  In fact I know he did not, for Don was very kind-hearted.  But Don knew that the pigs were supposed to stay in their pen, and not come out to root up the garden.  So Don barked: 

“Bow wow!  Bow wow!  Get back where you belong, Squinty.”