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Page 9
Right up into the air he went, sailing and sailing, just like an
aeroplane, and he cried out:
"Mamma! Papa! Flop Ear! Pinky! Save me!" But none of them heard him,
and he went higher and higher until the pillow-case, full of air
like a balloon, caught in a tree, and there was the little piggie
boy held where he couldn't get down. Oh, dear me, wasn't that
terrible?
Curly didn't know what to do. The tree was too big for him to jump
down and he couldn't climb very well. He thought he would have to
stay up there forever, maybe. But he didn't. Pretty soon Sammie
Littletail's stomach ache was all better and Mrs. Twistytail came
home. The first things she saw were the clothes hanging out on the
line--that is, all but the pillow-case that had taken Curly up in
the tall tree.
"My goodness me! sakes alive and a corn cob," exclaimed Mrs.
Twistytail. "The children must have done this to help me. My, but I
am surprised. But I wonder where they are?" Then she saw Flop and
Pinky playing tag, but she couldn't see Curly.
"Oh, Curly, Curly, where are you?" she called, and her little boy
answered:
"I'm up in the tree with the pillow-case!" Then his mamma saw him
and she nearly fainted. But she didn't quite faint, and then she
telephoned for a fireman with a long ladder, who came and got Curly
safely down.
So that's how he helped his mamma, and he surprised her more than he
meant to, but it all came out right in the end. And soon the washing
was all done, and the firemen gave each of the pig children a penny.
So that's all now, but in the next story, in case the oil can
doesn't slide down the clothes pole and break the handle off the
pump, so the angle worm can't get his ice cream cone, I'll tell you
about Curly and the elephant.
STORY V
CURLY AND THE ELEPHANT
When Curly Twistytail, the little pig boy, was digging away with his
nose in the front yard, one day, hunting for lollypops, or maybe ice
cream cones, under the grass, for all that I know; one day, I say,
as he was rooting away, he heard his mamma calling:
"Oh, Curly; Oh, Flop Ear! I want some one to go to the store for
me."
"That means I've got to go," thought Curly, as he looked around to
see if his tail was still kinked into a little twist.
"I'll have to go because Flop is off playing ball with Bully the
frog. Well, there's no use getting cross about it," so, giving a
cheerful grunt or two, just to show that he didn't at all mind,
Curly ran around to the back door and said:
"What is it, mamma? I'll go to the store for you?"
"Oh, there you are!" exclaimed Mrs. Twistytail. "Well, I want a
dozen eggs, and be sure to get fresh ones, and don't smash them on
the way home."
"I won't," said the little piggie boy, and with that he ran down the
street squealing a tune about a little monkey who hung down by his
tail, and when he went to sleep he sat inside the water pail.
Well, Curly got the eggs all right, and he was on his way home with
them, when, all at once, as he came to the corner of the woods,
where an old stump stood, out from behind it jumped a bad dog.
"Ha, what have you in that bag, little piggie boy?" asked the bad
dog, catching hold of Curly by his ear so that he could not run
away.
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