Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-02-25
One Of Little BiIIie's Adventures.
BY LENoRA r. cHANNoN.

Little Billie was pig who lived in q very
nice pen In the barnyard.
Now Little Billie had one very bad habit.
and that was not needing the advice OF
his mother. One day Little Billie's mama
said to him: Now. Billie. want you to
stay in the pen with me today, and not do
as you did yesterday. crawl out under the
STATS for one of these fine days you VIII
wander away and get lost, and then won't
have my little piggie wiggie any more" AS
Little Billie was the last of her nine babies,
his mother was extremely fond of him.
Now Little Billie listened very solemnly
to what his mother said. but he really had
no intention of obeying her. for he was
very perverse little pig. Along about noon'
after old Farmer Brown had given them
their dinner and Mother Hog was taking
her after dinner nap In the shady corner
of the pen, Little Billie felt lonesome. When
his eight brothers and sisters had been
there he was content to stay at home and
play hide and seek in the mud, but. alas.
they had disappeared one or two at a time.
Farmer Brown had come to the pen with
a big bag, accompanied by strange men
who pointed their fingers at the little pigs,
and each little pig had been taken ana
thrust into the bag, despite much vigorous
kicking and squealing on his part.
Little Billie crept slyly over the corner py
the big barn, where he had dug a hole un-
der the fence, just large enough TO Admit
his fat little body. He crept under the
boards ever so softly, for fear Mother hog
would hear the scrape of his body against
the boards as he crawled through ana
would call him back. After he was sateiy
on the other side he stopped and listened
he heard only the grunts of his mother as
she lay deep in the cool mud. He had made
up his mind to go a little farther away
from the pen today than he had gone yes
terday. and his mothers talk of the morn
ing had only decided the matter in this
naughty little pigs mind.
On he went--on either side of him rose
high trees. fully twice as high as Nttle
Billie-and the path was just wide enough
for him to run along in nicely. What II he
should meet a wild beast! He had heard
his mother tell of strange animals of which
she had heard before she came to live IN
Farmer Browns pen. Wild, fierce animals
too, some of them had been, and the
thought of meeting any like them made the
bristles stand up straight on Little Billie's
back, and his little heart went pit-a-pat IN
his breast. Still he did not turn back. part
ly because the path did not seem to be
wide enough to admit of his turning ana
partly because he really wanted iNtIe
adventure all his own.
All at once his worst fears were realized
he came face to face with strange, Woe
looking animal 1t was large-as large as
his mother but ii had beard ike FARMER
Browns-a long, white beard, winch ~
shook angrily from side to side as IL saw
Little Billie 1t had two tails which stuck
STRAIGHT m on the top of it's head, between
its fierce eyes-curled tails, like his own
little twisted tail.
What should he do? The path was SO
narrow and the trees so close together that
turning was almost an impossibility. lie
remained motionless for moment Wmle
the wild blast approached him with head
lowered, glaring at him from under Two
bushy eyebrows All at once it rose on It's
hind legs, until 1t was nearly as tan as
Farmer Brown, at the same time making
noise which sounded to Billie like:
.'Ba-ba-ba-cki' "Ba-ba-ba-cl,'
With his heart in his mouth, Little Billie
turned, almost with a somersault, and CIV