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             SQUINTY
         THE COMICAL PIG

       HIS MANY ADVENTURES

               BY
         RICHARD BARNUM

Author of "Slicko, the Jumping Squirrel,"
     "Mappo, the Merry Monkey,"
   "Tum Tum, the Jolly Elephant,"
     "Don, a Runaway Dog," etc.

         ILLUSTRATED BY
        HARRIET H. TOOKER




KNEETIME ANIMAL STORIES

By Richard Barnum

  SQUINTY, THE COMICAL PIG
  SLICKO, THE JUMPING SQUIRREL
  MAPPO, THE MERRY MONKEY
  TUM TUM, THE JOLLY ELEPHANT
  DON, A RUNAWAY DOG

Large 12mo. Illustrated. Price per volume
40 cents, postpaid



1915

  

_Squinty, the Comical Pig_




CONTENTS

CHAPTER

   I  SQUINTY AND THE DOG

  II  SQUINTY RUNS AWAY

 III  SQUINTY IS LOST

  IV  SQUINTY GETS HOME

   V  SQUINTY AND THE BOY

  VI  SQUINTY ON A JOURNEY

 VII  SQUINTY LEARNS A TRICK

VIII  SQUINTY IN THE WOODS

  IX  SQUINTY'S BALLOON RIDE

   X  SQUINTY AND THE SQUIRREL

  XI  SQUINTY AND THE MERRY MONKEY

 XII  SQUINTY GETS HOME AGAIN


ILLUSTRATIONS

Squinty looked at the beautiful wagons, and at the strange animals

Squinty saw rushing toward him, Don, the big black and white dog

"Hop on," he said to the toad. "I won't bother you."

"Oh, Father!" exclaimed the boy, "do let me have just one little pig"

Squinty gave a little spring, and over the rope he went

The next moment Squinty felt himself lifted off the ground

"Why, I am Mappo, the merry monkey," was the answer




SQUINTY, THE COMICAL PIG


CHAPTER I


SQUINTY AND THE DOG

Squinty was a little pig. You could tell he was a pig just as soon as
you looked at him, because he had the cutest little curly tail, as
though it wanted to tie itself into a bow, but was not quite sure
whether that was the right thing to do. And Squinty had a skin that was
as pink, under his white, hairy bristles, as a baby's toes.

Also Squinty had the oddest nose! It was just like a rubber ball,
flattened out, and when Squinty moved his nose up and down, or sideways,
as he did when he smelled the nice sour milk the farmer was bringing for
the pigs' dinner, why, when Squinty did that with his nose, it just made
you want to laugh right out loud.

But the funniest part of Squinty was his eyes, or, rather, one eye. And
that eye squinted just as well as any eye ever squinted. Somehow or
other, I don't just know why exactly, or I would tell you, the lid of
one of Squinty's eyes was heavier than the other. That eye opened only
half way, and when Squinty looked up at you from the pen, where he lived
with his mother and father and little brothers and sisters, why there
was such a comical look on Squinty's face that you wanted to laugh right
out loud again.

In fact, lots of boys and girls, when they came to look at Squinty in
his pen, could not help laughing when he peered up at them, with one eye
widely open, and the other half shut.

"Oh, what a comical pig!" the boys and girls would cry. "What is his
name?"

"Oh, I guess we'll call him Squinty," the farmer said; and so Squinty
was named.

Perhaps if his mother had had her way about it she would have given
Squinty another name, as she did his brothers and sisters. In fact she
did name all of them except Squinty.

One of the little pigs was named Wuff-Wuff, another Curly Tail, another
Squealer, another Wee-Wee, and another Puff-Ball. There were seven pigs
in all, and Squinty was the last one, so you see he came from quite a
large family. When his mother had named six of her little pigs she came
to Squinty.

"Let me see," grunted Mrs. Pig in her own way, for you know animals have
a language of their own which no one else can understand. "Let me see,"
said Mrs. Pig, "what shall I call you?"

She was thinking of naming him Floppy, because the lid of one of his
eyes sort of flopped down. But just then a lot of boys and girls came
running out to the pig pen.

The boys and girls had come on a visit to the farmer who owned the pigs,
and when they looked in, and saw big Mr. and Mrs. Pig, and the little
ones, one boy called out:

"Oh, what a queer little pig, with one eye partly open! And how funny he
looks at you! What is his name?"

"Well, I guess we'll call him Squinty," the farmer had said. And so,
just as I have told you, Squinty got his name.

"Humph! Squinty!" exclaimed Mrs. Pig, as she heard what the farmer said.
"I don't know as I like that."

"Oh, it will do very well," answered Mr. Pig. "It will save you thinking
up a name for him. And, after all, you know, he _does_ squint. Not that
it amounts to anything, in fact it is rather stylish, I think. Let him
be called Squinty."

"All right," answered Mrs. Pig. So Squinty it was.

"Hello, Squinty!" called the boys and girls, giving the little pig his
new name. "Hello, Squinty!"

"Wuff! Wuff!" grunted Squinty.

That meant, in his language, "Hello!" you see. For though Squinty, and
his mother and father, and brothers and sisters, could understand man
talk, and boy and girl talk, they could not speak that language
themselves, but had to talk in their own way.

Nearly all animals understand our talk, even though they can not speak
to us. Just look at a dog, for instance. When you call to him: "Come
here!" doesn't he come? Of course he does. And when you say: "Lie down,
sir!" doesn't he lie down? that is if he is a good dog, and minds? He
understands