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so that they could wiggle them up and down, and 
each one tried to make them wiggle a little more 
than the others had done before him. One day at 
dinner time, when I was in my usual place on the 
window-sill, suddenly I saw a white streak shooting 
through the orchard and out into the road, and just 
then Guy jumped up and said : “ There go the 
pigs.” 
They had succeeded in loosening one of the 
boards and making their escape, and the last I saw 
of them they were running down the road to their 
mother as fast as they could, leaving a big cloud of 
dust behind them. 
This set me to thinking on pigs in general, and 
I concluded that they are by nature intelligent and 
clean, and like the rest of us, all they want is a 
chance. 
