Just as he said, "Ninety-five,"
she ran to the chicken-house door. It was standing open, so she stepped
inside.
Now there was something in the chicken-house that Joyce did not expect
to find. One of Grandpa's pigs was there, rooting around in the loose
straw.
The pig was not looking for company; and he was so frightened that he
ran toward the door pell-mell. Joyce, standing just inside, was in his
way; and as he ran against her, she was lifted off her feet and thrown
on to his back. Mr. Piggy dashed wildly out of the chicken-house.
Just outside the door was a large, shallow pan full of water, which
Grandma kept there for the chickens. Joyce fell off the pig's back into
the pan of water; and then she rolled over in the dirt.
Don stopped counting when he heard her screams, and Grandma came hurrying
out. Poor Joyce! What a sight she was! And she was so frightened that
it took Grandma quite a while to quiet her sobs. But a bath and a change
of clothes made the little girl feel quite like herself again.
That evening when Grandma came up from the milking, she found the children
on the porch waiting for another story.
"Very well," said Grandma, "I shall tell you a story tonight about Bee
Honest.
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