 The sun was going down, little by little. Pigaroo slumped into a heap. "Almost bedtime," he grumbled to himself. Then he thought of something and he straightened up. "I'll go to bed," he said to himself, a twinkle in his eye, "but I won't go to sleep. I'll pretend I'm asleep, and when Mama's snoring I'll get up." "Pigaroo," Mama Pig called just then, "time for bed." |
