ned to him. "Oh, mama," he said, "what was the
black and white thing?"

[Illustration: "THE SPECKLED THING PUFFED UP AND SAID 'SQUAWK!'"]

"It was a dog," she said. "Dogs sometimes chase little pigs."

"Oh, mama," he said, "a man found me in his cornfield and put me in a
pen."

"You must keep out of cornfields," said mama. "People do not like pigs
in their cornfields."

"Oh, mama, what was the big red thing with sharp things on top of its
head?"

"It was a cow," said mama. "You should not go where cows are till you
are big enough to keep out of their way."

"Oh, mama, what was the speckled thing that puffed up and said
'Squawk?'"

"It was a hen," said mama. "She was not chasing you, she was only going
to the other side of the road."

"Oh, mama, what was the white thing that nipped me?" "It was a goose.
You should always keep away from them."

"Oh, mama, this is a big world, and there are lots of funny things in
it."

[Illustration: THE LITTLE PINK PIG RUNS HOME TO HIS MOTHER.]

"Yes," said mama. "That is why it is best for little pigs not to go out
on the big road till they know more. You need not be afraid of anything
if you know what it is. You have learned a great deal today for such a
little pig, but if you are patient and wait till I teach you, you will
not have such a hard time. We shall walk out every day, and I will teach
you how a little pig can take care of himself all the time." Then she
put the little pig in the wash-tub, for he was all covered with mud, and
washed him nicely--and before long he was the little pink pig again.

JUGGERJOOK

BY L. FRANK BAUM

Author of "Queen Zixi of Ix," "The Wizard of Oz," etc.

"Oh, Mama!" cried Fuzzy Wuz, running into the burrow where her mother
lay dozing, "may I go walking with Chatter Chuk?"

Mrs. Wuz opened one eye sleepily and looked at Fuzzy.

"If you are careful," she said; "and don't go near Juggerjook's den; and
watch the sun so as to get home before the shadows fall."

"Yes, yes; of course," returned Fuzzy, eagerly.

"And don't let Chatter Chuk lead you into mischief," continued Mrs. Wuz,
rubbing one long ear with her paw lazily. "Those red squirrels are
reckless things and haven't much sense."

"Chatter's all right," protested Fuzzy Wuz. "He's the best friend I have
in the forest. Good-by, Mother."

"Is your face clean, Fuzzy?"

"I've just washed it, Mother."

"With both paws, right and left?"

"Yes, Mother."

"Then run a