O 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
"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 the lane.
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
"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
"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
Just as the Mother Hog lay down again, the men lifted
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
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 didn't mean 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
"Oh, nothing," said she.
"And why did you run?" the little Pigs asked their big brother.
"Because," he answered.
After a while somebody said, "Let's go back to where
"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
"That is what I will do," exclaimed the White Pig. "My mother always gives 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 anything else."
The big sister of the Brown Pigs looked over to the
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 brother.
"Ugh!" called he, "Ugh! Ugh! Don't you want to come
over with us,
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
"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
The White Pig in her corner of the pen heard this and
smiled to herself. "My mother
was right," she said;