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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 shells don't all come off the eggs and leave the
feathers sticking out for a sofa cushion, 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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