<h3>XVIII</h3><h3>THE LUCKIEST OF ALL</h3>
<p>Grunty Pig found that being the smallest of the family wasn't all fun.
Not only could his brothers and sisters crowd him at the feeding trough.
Even when they were playing in the pen they often knocked him down and
walked right over him. And if he objected—as he usually did—they were
sure to laugh and call him "Runt."</p>
<p>Try as she would, Mrs. Pig couldn't rid her children of these boorish
ways. But she shouldn't be blamed for that. It must be remembered that
she had seven youngsters, all of the same age.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_80" id="Page_80">80</SPAN></span></p>
<p>At least, Mrs. Pig did what she could to make Grunty's lot easier.</p>
<p>"Don't feel unhappy!" she said to him one day as he picked himself up,
whimpering, after a hard knock. "Don't feel unhappy because you are the
littlest of the family. In one way you are the luckiest of all my
children."</p>
<p>Grunty Pig didn't stop weeping. He saw no reason—yet—to feel more
cheerful.</p>
<p>"Did you know—" his mother asked him—"did you know that in one respect
you are the handsomest one of the whole litter? You have the curliest
tail of them all!"</p>
<p>Grunty Pig gazed, open-mouthed, at his mother. He stopped snivelling. Up
to that time he had scarcely given his tail a thought. So long as it
followed him wherever he went he had been satisfied with it.</p>
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<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="image3.jpg" id="image3.jpg" href="images/image3.jpg"> <ANTIMG src="images/image3_th.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="679" alt="Grunty Pig Stuck Fast in the Fence." title="" /></SPAN> <p class="center"><span class="caption">Grunty Pig Stuck Fast in the Fence.<br/></span></p>
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<p>From that moment Grunty began to think a great deal about his tail. He
was always turning his head to look at it, to make sure it hadn't lost
any of its kink. Now and then he was even late for a meal, because he
was feasting his eyes on his tail when Farmer Green came to the pen with
food for Mrs. Pig's family.</p>
<p>It must be confessed that Grunty sometimes boasted before his brothers
and sisters about his beautiful curly tail. And just before meal time
his brother Blackie was known, upon occasion, to mention the subject of
tails. He did that in the hope that Grunty would be late at the feeding
trough.</p>
<p>Sad to say, Grunty Pig was fast becoming vain. He even talked about
tails with the neighbors, taking pains to explain that his own was the
handsomest one on the farm.</p>
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<p>Old dog Spot sniffed when Grunty boasted about his tail one day.</p>
<p>"Why, your tail is of no use whatsoever," Spot told him. "You can't use
it to switch a fly off your back. The Muley Cow can do that. And so can
the old horse, Ebenezer."</p>
<p>"Ah! But my tail is so pretty to look at!" Grunty Pig exclaimed.</p>
<p>"You can't puff it up to show you're angry, as Miss Kitty Cat does,"
said Spot.</p>
<p>"Ah! But my tail has a beautiful curl!" said Grunty Pig.</p>
<p>"You can't wag it, to let folks know you're friendly, as I can," said
Spot.</p>
<p>"Ah! But my tail is <i>so</i> handsome!" Grunty Pig exclaimed.</p>
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