So Piggie took the pail between his teeth, and off he went to do what his mother told him. Now, you must remember that this little piggie was such a dear, good little piggie, that he had a great many friends among the other animals. So he had not gone far when who should spy him but his friend Bossie Calf. "Hello, there!" said the calf. "Where are you off to, Piggie?"
"I'm going to market to bring my mother a pail of milk for Father's supper to-night," squealed Piggie.
"Are you? I believe I'll go, too. I am so fond of milk." And the calf leaped over his master's fence, and away he went scampering after Piggie.
By and by, who should come along but Piggie's friend Billie Goat. "Mercy on us!" baa-ed Billie. "Where are you going in such a hurry, Bossie?"
"Going with Piggie," said the calf.
"Where are you going, Piggie?"
"Going to market to bring my mother a pail of milk for Father's supper to-night," squealed Piggie, in a great hurry.

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