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           Thesmellwasdelicious-warmmilk,potatoskins,wheatmiddlings,Kellogg’sCornFlakes,andapopoverleftfromtheZuckermans’breakfast.

           "Come,pig!"saidMr.Zuckerman,tappingthepail."Comepig!"

           Wilburtookasteptowardthepail.

           "No-no-no!"saidthegoose."It’stheoldpailtrick,Wilbur.Don’tfallforit,don’tfallforit!He’stryingtolureyoubackintocaptivity-ivity.He’sappealingtoyourstomach."

           Wilburdidn’tcare.Thefoodsmelledappetizing.Hetookanothersteptowardthepail.

           "Pig,pig!"saidMr.Zuckermaninakindvoice,andbeganwalkingslowlytowardthebarnyard,lookingallabouthiminnocently,ashedidn’tknowthatalittlewhitepigwasfollowingalongbehindhim.

           "You’llbesorry-sorry-sorry,"calledthegoose.

           Wilburdidn’tcare.Hekeptwalkingtowardthepailofslops.

           "You’llmissyourfreedom,"honkedthegoose."Anhouroffreedomisworthabarrelofslops."

           Wilburdidn’tcare.

           WhenMr.Zuckermanreachedthepigpen,heclimbedoverthefenceandpouredtheslopsintothetrough.Thenhepulledthelooseboardawayfromthefence,sothattherewasawideholeforWilburtowalkthrough.

           "Reconsider,reconsider!"criedthegoose.

           Wilburpaidnoattention.Hesteppedthroughthefenceintohisyard.Hewalkedtothetroughandtookalongdrinkofslops,suckinginthemilkhungrilyandchewingthepopover.Itwasgoodtobehomeagain.

           WhileWilburate,Lurvyfetchedahammerandsome8-pennynailsandnailedtheboardinplace.ThenheandMr.ZuckermanleanedlazilyonthefenceandMr.ZuckermanscratchedWilbur’sbackwithastick