: The Conceited Pig by Anonymous Weir Harrison Illustrator - Conduct of life Juvenile fiction; Children Conduct of life Juvenile fiction; Swine Juvenile fiction; Children and animals Juvenile fiction; Human-animal relationships Juvenile fiction

@FreeBooks

Posted in: #FreeBooks #FreeBooksIndia #FreeBooksApp #gg

Vote Up Vote Down   0 Reactions

Login to give Reaction!

Illustrator: Harrison William Weir

THE CONCEITED PIG.

THE CONCEITED PIG.

LONDON: JOHN AND CHARLES MOZLEY, 6, PATERNOSTER ROW. 1868.

THE CONCEITED PIG.

One cold November evening several little pigs were lying very comfortably in their sty, and keeping themselves warm by burying their noses under the straw, when one who had been routing about very uneasily for some time gave a loud grunt all at once, and seemed to be very much frightened. His mother, the old sow, who was stretched in one corner of the sty fast asleep, opened her little brown eyes, and asked in a very angry voice what was the matter. Several of the little pigs answered at once that it was only Wilful who was making such a noise that nobody could go to sleep.

"Hush, hush, hush!" cried Wilful, as soon as his brothers were silent; "hush! do not you hear a great cracking and noise the other side of the yard? I am quite sure that the stables are on fire. Had not we better all go and help to put it out directly?"

"Nonsense and stuff, you foolish little fellow!" exclaimed his mother; "you are always fancying something or other is the matter, and wanting to poke your nose into things that don't concern you. I cannot hear any noise at all, and I beg you will be quiet, and let me go to sleep again."

The little pig did not dare answer his mother, so he lay quite still for a minute or two, hoping that he should hear the same noise again. And presently he did hear it, louder than before, and there could be no doubt that more than usual was going on about the premises. He looked round to see what his mother would say now; but she had fallen fast asleep again, and two or three of his brothers were snoring very loud. His little brother Fatsides was lying close to him, and Wilful thought by the twinkling of his eyes that he was not really asleep; so he gave him a kick, and said in a very low voice, for fear his mother should hear him, "Fatsides, Fatsides, do you hear? there is that strange noise come back that I heard before. Do just listen. What can it be?"

"Oh, I dare say it is nothing but the horses in the stable, or that wretched old Hector rattling his everlasting chain," answered Fatsides. "You know the other night when you woke us all up it turned out to be nothing but Buttercup rubbing her horns against the crib."

"Ah, very likely," interrupted Wilful; "but this is a very different thing. There, just hear that strange popping sound; depend upon it, either the stables are on fire, or there are a number of those frightful great blue butchers killing and carrying off all the cows. I am determined, at any rate, that I will go and see what is the matter."

"Oh, pray do not go!" exclaimed little Fatsides. "How do you know that one of the great blue butchers may not get hold of you and carry you off?"

Free books android app tbrJar TBR JAR Read Free books online gutenberg

(0)

Login to post a comment!