”ᏏᏆ, ᏏᏆ!” ᎤᏛᏁ ᎰᎻ ᎤᏓᏅᏘ ᎦᏬᏂᏍᎩ, ᏃᎴ ᎤᏍᎦᏃᎵ ᎠᎢᏎ ᏐᏈᎵ ᏃᎴ ᏩᎦ ᏧᏂᏍᏆᏂᎪᏙᏗ ᎢᏣ, ᎠᎧᏖᏃᎮ, ᏰᎵᏍᎬᎾ ᎤᏤᎸᎮ ᏏᏆ ᎤᏍᏓᏩᏗᏒᎢ.
“Pig, pig!” said Mr. Zuckerman in a kind voice, and began walking slowly toward the barnyard, looking all about him innocently, as if he didn’t know that a little white pig was following along behind him.