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Show AAKy" GRMWl BONDER. . . . vattivmi ir iiTM nvtvavk inton ' - PINKY PIG'S IDEA "I hnvo nnldcu," grunted Pinky Pig. "Of what use Is that?" asked Orond-futher Orond-futher Porky. "No one can cut It." "No ono enn," grunted Miss Ham. "No one," said Mrs. Pinky Pig. nSn one," said Mnstcr Pink Pig. "Not even a' pig could, and n pig Isn't fussy," wild Sammy Sausnge. "Sammy Is right," suld Iirother Uncon. "Hut maybe he hns an Idea of how to find food or something Ilka that," suggested Miss Ham. "Wo had better let him speak." "Lot him speak," the others said, "as there might be something to what Miss Ham sayj." "You all talk," said Pinky Pig, "os though you could stop tno from speaking If you wanted to. You could all grunt and squeal so loudly that I couldn't be heard but nt the .'ran time that mightn't stop Inc from speaking. "I might become discouraged, but I don't bcllevo I'd be ns discouraged as nil that for I've often hnd nice talks with myself when all of. you have been grunting nnd squealing." ."What In the world have you sold to you'isolfl" they asked him. "0i, I'vo said, "'Well, Pinky, If you'ro smart and wntch -closely out 'of your right cyo you muy get more food than anyone else.' "And I've suid: "'Xoiv Pinky, grab from your broth-era broth-era ami sisters and your parents nnd your grandparents. Do not disgrace tho fnmlly nnmo of pig.' "Ami I've suld to myself, 'Pinky, young pig never forget that you aro n plgl He a regular -pig. Don't bo tiuselllMi or generous, don't be nny-thing nny-thing foollah l'l:o that. lie n regular I'igS' "And I've said to myself, 'therq now, lfyou'ro quick, you can grab that "An Awful Thlno." nwny 'rom your brother. Hurry now, l'lnfy.' "."s.t h hnvo been the tilings I've ul-i to myself." "Well, well', that's different." Grandfather Grand-father Porky said. "We had an Idea, 1 lli'nk ut least I know I had, that u I ad mid quite different things to you i. "elf." "Yes. we all thought so," said tlio oih-r tigs. '-'but did you think I had said to as..'irr asked Pinky. 'Vell, I was afraid," said Grand, f-j Jur Porky, "thut perhaps you had i -cited poetry to yourself or some illug like- that, and gracious, good-ess, good-ess, that would be an awful thing for .i pig to do," "An awful tiling for a pig to do lh. .ilhers squealed. "Yes, we thought vhen he t-ald he had talked to himself him-self ho uilhht have recited poetry," ilu-y nil squealed and grunted. "1 should say not. I should say not -suM Pinky. "For I don't know any P'H-try except tho cradle song my mother used to slag to me. I believe nil . pigs know It. Wo don't hear It nhi'n we're In the cradle, as pigs nro ncxer In entitles, hut wo hear It In the Pig Sly by our mother's side, "It goes like this: "ao to ileep. my tittle pink pig, vhtn i you srowup In the mud you can Alwnyi be greedy, 10 Rredy. my pi, '.for tu be kindly we don't care n n Always grab all you' can. little piir. Tlion whrn you grow up to bo very bis Vou'll lie Juit a nice, fat, sreedy younit And that will make mother pls'a heart dance a Jig!' "Hut I was going to tell you nil tnt Idea," he said, "only wo got talking lbout other things." "Oil vus," they squealed. "My Idea was that when any of ton had anything loft over you dldn'i viint, jou would glvo It to pie he iiuso I have such a nice iinmc Ilnk 'lg." And nil toe pigs squealed that thai ms the poorest Idea they had heart 4 ninny n day I |