“Let’s play football game,” suggested Jackie, “like we did the other day.”

“No, let’s go off in the woods and play camping out,” suggested Curly.

“Yes, that will be more fun,” added Flop, and then the two puppy dog boys thought the same thing, so off to the woods they started.

“I wish I could go,” said Baby Pinky, as she their chums.

“Never mind, Pinky,” said Mrs. Twistytail.  “I’m going to bake pies, and I’ll make a specially little one just for you.”

“Oh, goodie!” cried Pinky, and then she went out in the yard to play in her go-cart.  Pretty soon along came Jennie Chipmunk and she played with Pinky, so the little pig girl didn’t mind so much, after all, that her brothers had gone away.

But now let us see what happened to Curly and Flop, to say nothing of Peetie and Jackie Bow Wow.  On and on they went through the woods, and pretty soon Jackie found a nice juicy bone, and Peetie found a bit of meat, while Flop found an ear of corn and his brother picked up a big turnip.

“Oh, joyfulness!” exclaimed Flop.  “Now we can have a lunch in the woods, just like real camping out!” And so they did.  Under a tree, on the soft leaves that floated down from the branches above, with a flat stone for a table, and sticks for knives and forks, the piggie boys and their chums ate their lunch and had lots of fun.  Then Curly said: 

“Now let’s play soldier,” and so they did, with sticks for guns, and when the boy animals called out:  “Boom!  Boom!” and “Bang!  Bang!” it sounded as real as anything.

Well, they were running around in the woods, shouting and laughing and making believe they were soldiers at war, when all at once, just as Curly passed in front of a hole that seemed to go away under ground, he saw something roll out.  It was something round and black and hollow, and at first the little piggie boy thought it was a big black stone.  But, when he looked a little closer, he saw that it was a hat—­a man-pig’s hat—­just the kind they always wear.

“Oh, Flop!  Oh, fellows!  Come here!” called Curly.  “See what rolled out of the hole under this old tree.”

Of course, they all came running up at that, and stopped playing soldier, and they gathered around the hat.

“Whose is it?” asked Jackie Bow Wow.

“Where did it come from?” inquired Peetie, making his tail go round like a pin wheel.

“It’s our papa’s hat!” suddenly cried Flop.  “I can tell because it’s got his initials inside,” and, surely enough there were the letters “A.T.” inside the hat, standing for “Archibald Twistytail.”

“Our papa’s hat!” exclaimed Curly.  “Is it possible?”

“Of course, it is,” said Floppy, as he picked it up.  “Papa has lost his hat.”

“But it rolled out of that hole,” said Curly, “and it isn’t lost, for we have found it.”

“Then if papa’s hat came out of that hole, our papa must be in there,” said Flop.