Part 1 (2/2)

And so the bear carried off the little piggie boy farther into the woods, intending to take him to a den where there was a good hot fire. And all the while the little piggie tried to get away but he couldn't because the bear held him so tightly in his paws.

Pretty soon the bear came to his den. Then he said:

”Let me see, now. I must have some apple sauce to go with my roast pork dinner. I'll just tie this little pig to the fence while I go off and get some apples to make into sauce. I can cook the apples and the pig on the same fire.”

Then the bear looked blinkingly at the little pig, and said:

”Let me see. How can I tie him to the fence? Oh, I know, by his tail. I'll just fasten him by his tail.” And that's what he did, tying the poor little piggie to the fence by his tail, with a piece of wild grape vine for a string. And the bear wound the grape vine string, that was fast to the little pig's tail around and around the round rail of the fence. Then the bear went off after apples for sauce.

Well, of course the poor little pig felt very badly, and he didn't know what to do. He even cried a little bit, but I'm sure you won't blame him for that, will you? And he said:

”Oh, I wish my little brother was here. He might help me!”

And then, all of a sudden, there was a rustling in the bushes, and the little pig, who was tied by his tail to the fence, thought it was the bear coming back. But it wasn't, for all at once a voice called out:

”Oh, brother! What has happened to you?” And there was the piggie's little brother looking for him.

”Oh!” cried the pig boy who was tied to the fence by his tail. ”A bear caught me. A big black bear! He is going to eat me as soon as he comes back with the apple sauce. Save me!”

”Indeed I will,” said the little brother. And with his sharp teeth he gnawed through the grape vine string, and then his brother was free. ”Come on!” exclaimed the littlest pig. ”We must run home away from the bear!”

And they did, getting back to their house safely, and oh! how disappointed that bear was when he returned with the apples and found his pig dinner gone. He was so peevish that he threw all the apples away.

And when Mrs. Twistytail saw her little boy she exclaimed:

”Oh, my sakes alive! How did you get that curl in your tail?”

”I--I guess that was where the bear tied me to the fence,” said the piggie boy, and so it was. His tail was all curled tight, like a little girl's hair. His mamma tried to take the curl out with a warm flatiron, but the kink stayed in the tail, and so Mr. Twistytail said:

”I guess we'll have to call our piggie boy by the name of Curly after this,” and so they did, and that's how one piggie boy got the name of ”Curly Twistytail.”

And in case the sh.e.l.ls don't all come off the eggs and leave the feathers sticking out for a sofa cus.h.i.+on, I'll tell you next how the other little pig got his name.

STORY II

FLOPPY GETS HIS NAME

One day, oh, I guess it must have been about a week after Curly Twistytail, the little pig boy, had the adventure with the bear, and his brother rescued him, as I told you in the story before this one,--one day Curly's brother, who hadn't any name as yet, said:

”Oh, Curly, let's go out for another walk, and maybe something will happen to us.”

”All right,” agreed Curly, ”only I hope a bear doesn't happen. It's no fun to think you're going to be turned into roast pork and eaten with apple sauce,” for that is what the bear was going to do, you know.

So off the two little pig brothers started, and their mamma called after them:

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