The Muley Cow was right. She had said to herself, with a smile, that Grunty Pig, the , would be glad enough to go home when night came. He had to stay right there in the pasture for the rest of his life, where there was plenty to eat and plenty to do. He felt sure that he would have a much pleasanter time there than at home. For one thing, he knew well enough that there was a punishing waiting for him at the piggery—if he ever went back to get it.  
Not until Johnnie Green and old dog48 Spot came to the pasture to drive the cows down the lane did Grunty Pig begin to feel the least twinge of homesickness. And even then he tried to forget it. He hid in a of brakes near the fence while Johnnie Green and Spot were in the pasture, for he didn't want them to spy him and take him home with them.
 
There was a delicious, damp, woodsy smell in the cool shade of his hiding place.
 
"How much nicer this is than our pen!" Grunty exclaimed under his breath.
 
Now and then he peeped out to watch the procession of cows moving slowly towards the barn to be milked. And when the last one had entered the lane, hurrying to catch up with the rest—and to avoid Spot's nips at her heels—Grunty crept out into the open.
 
Then, strange to say, he hurried towards the lane himself. All at once the pasture seemed a gr............