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Pinky's Rubber Ball
How Curly Helped Mother
Curly and the Elephant
Flop and the Bag of Meal
Piggy Boys at School
Curly Is Vaccinated
Curly and the Spinning Top
Flop and the Turtle
Curly and the Chestnuts
Baby Pinky and the Doctor
Curly and the Big Apple
The Piggies and the Pumpkin
The Piggies In a Cornfield
Flop Has a Tumble
Mr. Twistytail's Lost Hat
Mother Twistytail's New Bonnet
Curly and the Sour Milk
Flop and the Pie Lady
The Piggies and the Jelly
Flop and the Marshmallows
The Piggies and the Fish
Curly and the Afraid Girl
The Piggies At the Party
Floppy and the Bonfire
Flop and the Skate Wagon
Pinky and the Lemon
The Piggies and Santa Claus
Floppy and the Stockings
The Twistytails' Christmas
STORY I
CURLY TWISTYTAIL IS NAMED
Once upon a time, not so very many years ago, in the days when there
were fairies and giants and all things like that, there lived in a
little house, on the edge of a wood, a family of pigs. Now these
pigs weren't like the pigs, which perhaps you children have seen on
most farms. No, indeed! They were just the nicest cleanest, sweetest
pigs you ever dreamed of--not that pigs on a farm can't be clean, if
they want to, but, somehow or other, no one seems to have time to
see that they are clean. I guess it would take some one like Jennie
Chipmunk to sweep and dust their pen for them.
Anyhow the pigs I am going to tell you about were very different
from most pigs, and they had some very funny adventures.
First, there was the papa pig, and his name was Mr. Archibald
Twistytail though no one ever called him anything but Mr. Twistytail
except maybe his wife, when he forgot to bring up a scuttle of coal
so she could do the washing. And then, of course there was Mrs.
Twistytail--she was the mamma pig. And there were two little boy
pigs, and for a time they didn't have any names, as their papa and
mamma were so busy that they couldn't think what to call them. So
they just said "Here sonny!" or "Hi, Bubby," whenever they wanted
them to come in, or eat their dinner.
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