The Enid Blyton Holiday Book - complete online version

41 Illustrated Children's Stories from Enid Blyton

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stood still, put his nose into the air and sniffed. His nose told him where his home was, so the little fellow started off down the dusty lanes, trotting merrily back to the garden he knew so well.
Meanwhile Mister Snooks had caught up Farmer Straw. " Hey, there! " he panted. " Farmer Straw! Stop a moment. Do you still want to buy my pig? "
The farmer stopped and turned round. He grinned when he saw Mister Snooks, all out of breath and red in the face.
" Yes," he said. " I'll buy your pig, Snooks. Is he nice and fat? "
" Oh, fine! " said Snooks. " As fat as butter. He's the best pig in the world."
" Where is he? " asked the farmer, looking about.
Snooks looked round too. He was surprised to see no pig. He scratched his head, and frowned. Wherever could Snorter be?
" Don't tell me you left him tied up to the bus-stop seat again! " cried the farmer, with a shout of laughter. " Oh, don't tell me that, Snooks! "
" No, indeed I didn't," said Snooks. " I remember quite well taking him on the bus, because the conductor made a bit of a fuss about him. I had to put him outside by the bags there."
" Well, where is he, then? " said Mister Straw.
" I must have left him on the bus," said Mister Snooks, looking very blue. " Yes—that's what happened. Oh dear me, how forgetful I am! "
" Well, look, there's the bus you came on, going back home again," said the farmer, pointing. " Catch it and get your pig! Quick! I'll wait here for you."
Snooks ran to the bus and jumped on it. The conductor stared at him in surprise.
" Where's my pig? " said Snooks. " Quick, tell me! I'm going to sell him."
" Well, you won't sell him to-day! " said the conductor. " I shouted and shouted after you when I found you had left your pig here—but you didn't take any notice, so I let him loose, thinking he'd come after you. Didn't he come? "
" No, he didn't," said Snooks, gloomily. " Oh well, it's no good my going after Farmer Straw now, without my pig. He'll only laugh him­self purple in the face. I'd best go home. Here's my fare, conductor."
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