THE LONELY LITTLE PIG
NE day the Brown Hog called to her twelve young Pigs
and their ten older brothers
and sisters, "Look! look! What is in that cage?"
The twenty-two stubby snouts that were thrust through
the opening of the rail-fence
were quivering with eagerness and impatience. Their
owners wished to know all that
was happening, and the old mother's eyes were not so
sharp as they had once been, so
if the Pigs wanted to know the news, they must stop
their rooting to find it out.
Bits of the soft brown earth clung to their snouts and
trembled as they breathed.
"It looks like a Pig," they said, "only it is white."
 "It is a Pig then," grunted their mother, as she
lay in the shade of an oak
tree. "There are white Pigs, although I never fancied
the color. It looks too cold
and clean. Brown is more to my taste, brown or black.
Your poor father was brown
and black, and a finer looking Hog I never saw. Ugh!
Ugh!" And she buried her
eyes in the loose earth. The Pigs looked at her and
then at each other. They did
not often speak of their father. Indeed the younger
ones did not remember him at
all. One of the Cows said he had such a bad temper
that the farmer sent him away,
and it is certain that none of them had seen him since
the day he was driven down
While they were thinking of this and feeling rather
sad, the wagon turned into their
lane and they could plainly see the Pig inside. She
was white and quite beautiful
in her piggish way. Her ears stood up stiffly, her
snout was as stubby
though it had been broken off, her eyes were very
small, and her tail had the right
curl. When she squealed they could see her sharp
teeth, and when she put her feet
up on the wooden bars of her rough cage, they noticed
the fine hoofs on the two big
toes of each foot and the two little toes high on the
back of her legs, each with
its tiny hoof. She was riding in great style, and it
is no wonder that the
twenty-two Brown Pigs with black spots and black feet
opened their eyes very wide.
They did not now that the farmer brought her in this
way because he was in a hurry,
and Pigs will not make haste when farmers want them to.
The Hogs are a queer
family, and the Off Ox spoke truly when he said that
the only way to make one hurry
ahead is to tie a rope to his leg and pull back, they
are so sure to be contrary.
"She's coming here!" the Brown Pigs cried. "Oh,
Mother, she's coming here!
 We're going to see the men take her out of her cage."
The old Hog grunted and staggered to her feet to go
with them, but she was fat and
slow of motion, so that by the time she was fairly
standing, they were far down the
field and running helter-skelter by the side of the
fence. As she stared dully
after them she could see the twenty-two curly tails
bobbing along, and she heard the
soft patter of eighty-eight sharp little double hoofs
on the earth.
"Ugh!" she grunted. "Ugh! Ugh! I am too late to go.
Never mind! They will tell
me all about it, and I can take a nap. I
half the time to-day, and I
Just as the Mother Hog lay down again, the men lifted
the White Pig from the wagon,
cage and all, so she began to squeal, and she squealed
and squealed and squealed and
squealed until she was set free in the field with the
 Nobody had
touched her and nobody had hurt her, but it was all so
strange and new that she
thought it would make her feel better to squeal. When
she was out of her cage and
in the field, she planted her hoofs firmly in the
ground, looked squarely at the
Brown Pigs, and grunted a pleasant, good-natured grunt.
The Brown Pigs planted
their hoofs in the ground and grunted and stared. They
didn't ask her to go rooting
with them, and not one of the ten big Pigs or the
twelve little Pigs said, "We are
glad to see you."
There is no telling how long they would have stood
there if the Horses had not
turned the wagon just then. The minute the wheels
began to grate on the side of the
box, every Brown Pig whirled around and ran off.
EVERY BROWN PIG RAN OFF.
The poor little White Pig did not know what to make of
it. She knew that she had
not done anything wrong. She wondered if they
to speak to her.
 At first she thought she would run after them and ask
to root with them, but then
she remembered something her mother had told her when
she was so young that she was
pink. It was this: "When you don't know what to do, go
to sleep." So she lay down
and took a nap.
The Brown Pigs did not awaken their mother, and when
they stopped in the
fence-corner one of them said to their big sister,
"What made you run?"
"Oh, nothing," said she.
"And why did you run?" the little Pigs asked their big
"Because," he answered.
After a while somebody said, "Let's go back to where
the White Pig is."
"Oh, no," said somebody else, "don't let's! She can
come over here if she wants to,
and it isn't nearly so nice there."
You see, they were very rude Pigs and not at all well
brought up. Their mother
 should have taught them to think of others and be
kind, which is really all
there is to politeness. But then, she had very little
time left from sleeping, and
it took her all of that for eating, so her children had
no manners at all.
At last the White Pig opened her round eyes and saw all
the Brown Pigs at the
farther end of the field. "Ugh!" said she to herself,
"Ugh! I must decide what to
do before they see that I am awake." She lay there and
tried to think what her
mother, who came of a very fine family, had told her
before she left. "If you have
nobody to play with," her mother had said, "don't stop
to think about it, and don't
act as though you cared. Have a good time by yourself
and you will soon have
company. If you cannot enjoy yourself, you must not
expect others to enjoy you."
"That is what I will do," exclaimed the White Pig. "My
her children good advice when they go out into the
world, and she is right when she
says that Pigs of fine family should have fine manners.
I will never forget that I
am a Yorkshire. I'm glad I didn't say anything mean."
So the White Pig rooted in the sunshine and wallowed in
the warm brown earth that
she had stirred up with her pink snout. Once in a
while she would run to the fence
to watch somebody in the lane, and before she knew it
she was grunting contentedly
to herself. "Really," she said, "I am almost having a
good time. I will keep on
making believe that I would rather do this than
The big sister of the Brown Pigs looked over to the
White Pig and said, "She's having
lots of fun all by herself, it seems to me."
Big brother raised his head. "Let's call her over
here," he answered.
 "Oh, do!" cried the twelve little Pigs, wriggling
their tails. "She looks so
full of fun."
"Call her yourself," said the big sister to the big
"Ugh!" called he, "Ugh! Ugh! Don't you want to come
over with us, White Pig?"
You can imagine how the White Pig felt when she heard
this; how her small eyes
twinkled and the corners of her mouth turned up more
than ever. She was just about
to scamper over and root with them, when she remembered
something else that her
mother had told her: "Never run after other Pigs. Let
them run after you. Then
they will think more of you."
She called back, "I'm having too good a time here to
leave my rooting-ground. Won't
you come over here?"
"Come on," cried all the little Pigs to each other.
"Beat you there!"
 They ate and talked and slept together all
afternoon, and when the Brown Hog
called her children home, they and the White Pig were
the best of friends. "Just
think," they said to their mother, "the White Pig let
us visit her, and she is just
as nice as she can be."
The White Pig in her corner of the pen heard this and
smiled to herself. "My mother
was right," she said; " 'Have a good time alone, and
everybody will want to come.' "