The straw in the barrel began to move. The ten little fellows
came scampering out.
 The pigs were so eager for milk that they tumbled over one
another. Each little pig said, "Awo-hoo, awo-hoo!" The farmer
thought that meant, Hurry up my dinner."
 He placed the pan of milk on the floor. He tried to teach te
little things to drink. Every one seemed afraid it would not get
its share. They were piggish, you see.
 Some fell head-foremost into the pan of milk. It was funny.
Their owner told them to behave themselves, but they did not
Soon they were running over his feet and crying for more.
 He told them more at that time was not good for them; so they
crept back into the nest contented, and went to sleep again.
 They grew fast, just like pigs. With their warm milk and their
fresh straw they fared well. By and by they outgrew their barrel
Farmer Clough said that every barrel of pork he ever had before
grew less and less till it was empty; but this one grew more and
more till it was more than full.
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