The Good Little Piggie And His Friends
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BY L. WALDO LOCKLING
Once there was a little piggie, a very good little piggie, who obeyed
his mother so well that often she let him out of the pen to play with
his friends on the farm. One afternoon this little piggie was playing
with them, when suddenly he heard his mother calling "Piggie, wiggie,
wiggie, wiggie, wiggie!"
"Piggie, dear," she said, as he ran to her, "take this and trot as f
st
as you can to market and get me a pail of milk for Father's supper
to-night."
So Piggie took the pail between his teeth, and off he went to do what
his mother told him. Now, you must remember that this little piggie was
such a dear, good little piggie, that he had a great many friends among
the other animals. So he had not gone far when who should spy him but
his friend Bossie Calf. "Hello, there!" said the calf. "Where are you
off to, Piggie?"
"I'm going to market to bring my mother a pail of milk for Father's
supper to-night," squealed Piggie.
"Are you? I believe I'll go, too. I am so fond of milk." And the calf
leaped over his master's fence, and away he went scampering after
Piggie.
By and by, who should come along but Piggie's friend Billie Goat. "Mercy
on us!" baa-ed Billie. "Where are you going in such a hurry, Bossie?"
"Going with Piggie," said the calf.
"Where are you going, Piggie?"
"Going to market to bring my mother a pail of milk for Father's supper
to-night," squealed Piggie, in a great hurry.
"Are you? I believe I'll go, too. I am so fond of milk." So Billie Goat
ran out of the barn-yard and hurried after the calf.
Just as they were passing the house, who should spy them but Rover the
dog.
"Where are you going, Billie," barked Rover, running out to the gate as
he saw them rushing along. "Going with Bossie," said the goat.
"Where are you going, Bossie?" "Going with Piggie."
"Where are you going, Piggie?"
"I am going to market to bring Mother a pail of milk for Father's supper
to-night," squealed Piggie, in a great hurry.
"Are you? I believe I'll go, too. I am so fond of milk." So Rover
hurried along up the road after the goat.
Just as they turned into the road, who should come jumping along but
Tabby the cat.
"Well, well!" he meowed. "When did the circus come to town, Rover?"
"This is not a circus parade," said the dog, the goat, the calf, and
Piggie all at once, as they ran on.
"Then, where are you going, Rover?" again meowed Tabby.
"Going with Billie," barked Rover.
"Where are you going, Billie?" "Going with Bossie."
"Where are you going, Bossie?" "Going with Piggie."
"Where are you going, Piggie?"
"I am going to market to get my mother a pail of milk for Father's
supper to-night," squealed Piggie in a great hurry.
"Are you? I believe I'll go along. I am so fond of milk." So Tabby raced
along after Rover.
When they got to the market, Piggie told his friends to wait outside
while he hurried in and got the milk for his father's supper. It did not
take him long, and he soon came trotting out because he was to hurry
back home.
"Give me a sup for politeness' sake," meowed Tabby the cat, as she stuck
her head in the pail. "My, that's good!"
"Pass it to me, Tabby," barked Rover the dog, "for politeness' sake. My,
that's good!"
"Give me a sup for politeness' sake," said Billie Goat. "My, that's
good."
"Do not forget me, Billie, for politeness' sake," said Bossie the calf.
"My, that's good!"
"Oh, dear, oh, dear!" squealed Piggie, when he saw what had happened.
"What shall I do?" And away he trotted all by himself with an empty
pail, to tell his mother that he did really and truly get the milk, but
that his friends had "supped" it all up!
But just then the farmer came with a great, big pail of milk and gave
it all to them, so that the good little piggie and his father and mother
had a fine supper, and much more milk than Piggie could have brought.