The Guardian Page 7 Monday. July 19. 1954. m?m?-?

The Tiny Folk iA real story of real children for very young children) I

”Look at.those children on the ..iiore. Mummy. They are having .1. good time. Can 1 get out and play in the water too?" Coaxed Laurie as the Page family drove along the curving red road that wound along the shore. Blue water sparkled in the hot afternoon sun. and it did look cool and inviting. But Mrs. Page shook her head.

"It would be fun to stop now, but we can't. clear. We are going to visit Grandma and Grand- riaddy, you know, so we must keep going. We are almost there now. Perhaps tomorrow we'll come back -iere and let you play in the wa- er." Laurie sighed, but did not ;omplain. He was anxious to get '0 Granddaddy's to see all the animals, but he would like to play oo.

Five minutes later they had ar- -ived. Grandmother and Grand- father came out of the house to nest them. She took baby Linda and hugged her. while Laurie grinned. a little shyly. and asked. ”Are there any kittcns'."'

Grandfather lauizhed. ”You are in a big hurry to see things, arenlt you, Laiirio'.' There are three halt- qrown cats but no little kittens."

"Come along in everybody. and wt-ill get a bitc in cat,” said .7l'2lndlTl0lll(tr, loading the way.

As usual therc was much talk imimg tho grown ups as ques- ,ions and ziiiswc-rs fl:-w back and inrth. After slipper was over. Lau- 'ie noticed Grzintlmotlicr warming anme milk in a small dipper.

"What is that for?” asked Lau-

life. "That is for my baby piggy,” '(iplied (li'alldiiiiitlio1'. "Do you want to come with me?" "Oh yes, yes.” answer:-d Laurie. iis eyes lighting up. He ran a- iead of her to the door, then took ier hand as they walked down to he barn where the pigs were 'c-pt. "Grandma. is he shut tip in a en?" Laurie ziskcd nervously. "Yes. lies in this back one." she aid as she '.l'.'lll(f'fl along the ce-

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By Thorton RUNTY'S GREAT DISCOVERY There's poor. amt better. good and

best . May with the latter each be bless- ed. '

-Old Mother Nature. That is the way that Old Mother

ment floor Laurie followed close behind her.

When she stopped at the door. Laurie climbed on a box to look over the board partition. Eagerly he looked all over the little clean room, with its floor covered with straw. and warm sunlight coming in at the open window.

"There isn't any pig in here, Grandma." he said disappointed-

y.

"Just watch," laughed Grand- mother. "Come piggy, piggy. piggy." The straw in the far cor- ner heaved. and out poked a little wrinkled nose. Laurie starred as he saw a head. then the little fat body as the whole pig came in sight. As Grandmother went in to pour the warm milk and mashed potatoes into his trough. he ran over and stuck his nose into the milk. when he was drinking! Hc smack- ed and gurgled!

"I know now what Mommy means when she says "Only little pigs smack. Doesn't he make a noise!" laughed Laurie. ”But why doesn't he have a mouth?"

"He has a mouth dear." answer- ed Grandmother. "Thats how he eats."

"No, he's eating with his nose," argued Laurie.

”lrlis mouth is right under it," explained Grandmother.

Laurie watched closely then saw the pig open his mouth wide to bite at the potato.

"Has he little tiny teeth all squeezed in like this?” asked Lau- rie, putting his hands together in a V shape.

"Yes. about like that." Grandma.

"How did he get his nose pushed up like that?" Laurie wanted to know. "Did he fall on it?"

Grandmother tried hard not to laugh. "No. that is the way he was born. A pig has a nose to suit his needs. He can use it to push clay or sods away when we let thim out to play in his play pen."

Laurie stared. A play pen for a pig! "When is it?" he demanded.

"Right out there. Look through that open door. Can you see it?"

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Nature would have it. Yea 511'. she would have everybody have the best. All too often it is their own fault if they do not have the best.

asleep.

Runty Chuck, the very small son of Johnny and Polly Chuck had been having a hard time trying to get enough food. That was because he had so many brothers and sist- ers much bigger than himself that he couldn't get his share of food.

she said. pointing.

"Oh yes, I see it now. It has a fence all around it. he likes to get outdoors. Why was he under the stra when we came in?”

"He was having his afternoon nap and since he has no quilt. he burrows under the straw to cover himself. That makes a soft cosy bed.” explained Grandmother.

"He is so pink and clean. Does he take a bath?" asked Laurie. getting more interested every min- ute.

"Oh no. We keep him clean by giving him a clean pen and lots of fresh straw. Granddaddy does that, you see.' treplied Grandma.

"That's a queer plate he has. It it shaped like the ditch of the road. Why hasn't he got a flat plate like Frisky?"

"That is a trough." Grandma said! ttwhen it is shaped like that. he can drink up every bit of the milk. He wouldn't be able to eat so easily off a flat dish. Now we must go." ,

"Good bye. little piggy," called Laurie as he started out. "I'll be back again to see you. i thought I was scared of you. but I'm not a bit. I'll bring you your break- fast. Good bye" Then turning to Grandmother. he added. "I like that little pig. He is a cute little fellow. There's nothing to be a- fraid of after all.”

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They were selfish. They crowded him away lt'0m the sweet clover and the tender grasses. They took the beat for themselves. so. minty had to go looking for food where the others wouldn't crowd him away. and it happened that he dis- covered is new food. He had follow- ed Mother Chucle down a gnu- covered little path that led to the back door of I house where I dear old lady lived. From I hiding place he had watched Mother Chuck ut- ing a strange new food. It was bread. He knew by the way Mother Chuck licked her lips that it tuted good. The first chance he got when the way was clear. he got I place of that bread, and then he knew why mother had licked her lips.

"It is good. It is the best. food I've ever tasted," said Runty to himself, and licked his own lips. "My. my. my. how good it lll"'

It wasn't a. very big piece of bread, and it diikrt take him long to eat it? Should he go back home. or should he go get another piece of bread? He decided to go get another piece. This time he an that place right where he found it. This was 3 big piece, and he could- n't eat another mouthful after he had finished it. He turned to go back up the bank to the home at the top of it. It had been easy to come down that steep bank, but it wasn't so easy going up.

Half way up he stopped to rest. Presently he heard someone com- ing down that little path, and he crawled under the grass at one side. Mother Chuck came down the little path on her way for an- other meal. Runty didn't want to be seen. He crawled off a little further to one side, and there he found a hole in the ground. It had been dug a long time ago. It was partly filled with dead leaves. Runty pulled some of these out. He was sleePY. because he had a. stomach. He curled up just inside the entrance to that old hole in the ground. In two minutes he wu fast asleep. when he awoke. he oouldn't imagine where he wu. Little by little he remembered. Now he was hungry again. He wanwd some more of that delicious food. He wondered if there was any more left. down at the foot of that bank. He went down to see. There was just one piece of bread left. Runty picked it up, and started back up the steep little path. Instead of tak- ing it home as he had intended, he took it to that old hole he had taken his nap in. and there he an it to the last crumb.

He decided that he would take another nap right there. At: first he explored farther down in that old hole. It was very comfortable down there. It came to him all of ii sudden that he had made I great discovery. He had found a new

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