Pigaroo walked away from the hutch slowly, feeling very sad indeed. He
didn't think he would ever find the right place to live.He hadn't liked Duckling's nest. When the straw had tickled his snout and made him sneeze, Mother Duck had been very angry with him for making so much noise. No, a nest was certainly not the right place for a noisy little pig. And he hadn't liked Calf's barn. There was nothing to eat there but old, dry hay that scratched his throat. No, a cow barn was not the right place for a hungry little pig. And he hadn't liked Bunny's hutch at all. It was too hard and too hot and there was no soft, cool place to sleep. No, a rabbit hutch was not the right place for a hot little pig either. Pigaroo sat down in the dirt, a tear sliding down one cheek. Maybe there was no right place for him. |
