The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1891-02-25

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Not the One That Went to Market, But
One Quite as Interesting.
1t is not the little pig who only went
to market, and let another little pig
stay at home, and still another eat all
the roast beef. You have heard all
about those five pigs ever since your
count baby's now. The one real little
pig this true stcry is about was smart
enough to do III five things herself.
And this is how it happened.
We four, and no more, went to ride
one day. On the way home, who do you
think had come into the buggy, to make
five for Fanny to draw? 1t was this lit
tie pig, then hardly larger than your
pussy. She had two black spots on her
round, white body, but you would not
have seen them if you had been riding
with her. How she did squeal when
the man tried to tie her kicking little
legs! So she was first wrapped in an
old shawl, that the cords might not hurt
her. Dressed in this way, and riding in
buggy, she looked so much like the
picture in your book that we all said:
This little pig went to market"
Though her new home was as nice as
pen could be, the little pig did not
like it at all. Where were her mother and
her brothers and sisters? 81 will go and
see," said Piggy. She made very
small hole little larger, and crept
through. Away over the hill behind
the haystack she trotted, with her little
white tail in the air She was soon out
of sight in the tall prairie grass but l
heard her say quite plainly:
"Kwee, kwee, kwee, kwee! think I
can find my way home"
But she could not. could have told
her SO myself, if she would have stopped
to listen. For Piggys first buggy ride
had been three miles long. However,
experience is the surest teacher, even
for little pigs. ~. META 0ts 7i
When it had grown quite dark be-
tween haystacks | heard a tired little
voice say, sadly:
| 4 "kwee, kwee, kwee! i never can find
my way home"
For long time after this Piggy
seemed willing to make the best of it.
She; was firmly set in her own mind
that well-behaved pig. who never, did
any harm, should be allowed the free.
dom of the barn-yard.. AT last she
brought us around to her way Of think.
ing, which saved her the, trouble plan.
ming out new way Of escape as she
had done every time she was fastened
| in.
So, when Fanny went to the lake fol
| water. Piggy always trotted behind like
little colt. At night she soon founG
out a better plan than cuddling alone, u
The straw. The way came to know
where she slept was this:
A pale little boy, out of breath with
running. burst into the dining-roon
just after i had, lighted the lamp
There was little tremble in his voic,
when he said; EYr la III 1
"Oh! theF IS something alive ip Fan
ny's fnanger. I was putting in NOR,
hay for her to eat tonight, and l fel
| it," ..,.-s, ~ ,s.ess.s-. ,,g.t Il y a.
He was sure it could not be the pig
But when / asked him if he 'reall,
thought it was bear or a wolf or fox
he grew bfavef SwiH each lsugbinI
shake of the teals and conctuded toipol
again. When ~ fbap4 eatit taa til
pig, aftef all, ihe wasgiven anotherha,
blanket for'her funny bed under Fan
lny's nose; hoVa vyInpOG .2a'7s
\ s,.,As for all the other pigs in the world
\ our one all alone seemed to think tina
they had gone out of it. She certainl,
could not find them, SO this little phi
stayed at home"
This was before she took her secon,
journey. One day q buggy drawn by
black horse pass-dwithm Piggy sight
Never stopping to notice that this hors
did not have Fanny's brown nose, Pig
gy thought: "There goes Fanny. shall
go, too" No dog in the land ever trot
ted behind team more faithfully thai
this funny pig. Two, four, six, eigh,
! ten miles she had followed at the heel
Of tine horse she had mistaken for ne
friend.
A week later we received postal car
from another town. 1t said:
DEAR sIR--I am told that II Is your pi
which followed my buggy from last Tues
day. She is safe Mt my farm, where you Gu
call for her when It is convenient.
There was nothing for it but to max
the best Of Piggy's blunder, and brin
her home again. But, as strange horse
looking somewhat like Fanny Nigh
pass along at any time, we were oblige
TO make poor Piggy a prisoner. Sh
minded the loss of her freedom less b,
cause of Thanksgiving and Christine
times, when this little pig had roa.
beet" or other dainties quite as goo,
every day. But the time came whe
she had none. She was even obliged I
submit to having her ears of corn coun
ed out for her, because the pile VIZ
growing very small.
. The little boy who used to care Il
! her had another home now. where thel
, were little twin calves for him to fee
r He used to say that little boys wei
good to keep milk from souring, b,
Piggy could not see any more of it con
, into her trough now he was gone. 81
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