Squinty the Comical Pig / His Many Adventures
e fast motion in the balloon made him a little dizzy, just as it mi
surprised at this sudden adventure th
's afraid?" sai
red. "But he'll get used to i
t a mile,
t of the balloon, between two bag
or Squinty. "A mile up in th
distance from the farmhouse, near where his pen used to be, t
of road was stood straight up in the air," thought Squinty, "
nd strong. Squinty had shut his eyes when he heard the men speak about going a mile up in the air, but now,
with a laugh. "Hasn't that pig th
e makes me want to laugh every time I look a
olly, and wants to laugh, for I'm sure I don't. I wish I h
legs, he thought he would do that trick now. He was hungry, and he imagin
cried one of the men. "He
"He must be a trick pig, and I guess wh
ht Squinty to himself, as he
," he went on. He looked at them from his queer, squinting eye,
t walking on his hind ones brought him no food. Then, as he made his way about the basket, he saw some more of those queer bags
s strong teeth, he soon had bitten a hole in t
coarse sand, that gritted on his teeth, a
ty. "That's no good! Sand! I
the balloon coming down, because some of the gas had leaked out of the round ball above the basket, they would let so
as he wiped the sand off his tongue on one
ttle pig?" asked one of the men, tu
. "See, he has bitten a hole in one
g to eat, but we didn't bring
man said. "We won't want much more ourselves,
an put some bread and milk in a tin pan, and set it down on the floor
t, instead of sour, for men do not usually like sour mi
up it was all dark, and he knew it must be night, so he went to sleep again. An
n, something happened. O
a good pla
ty did not know what it was for, but I'll tell you. It was to open a hole in
inty felt dizzy. Faster and faster fell the balloon, until, at last it gave such a
own in a soft bed of leaves, so he was not hurt in the least. He landed o
oo, I guess, after falling down in a balloon, and being bou
t will happen to me now," thought Squi
oods as where he had first met the two balloon men, only, of course, i
nce, in a tree over his head, h
per! Chat! Chat! Whir-r
uirrel, frisking about on the branches. Then Squinty was no longer afra
ad to see you. My name is S
lively little girl squirrel, as sh
elt very