One thing, especially, Mrs. Pig. Her children would put their feet right into the trough when they ate their meals out of it. Nothing she said to them made the slightest difference. Even when she told them that they were little pigs they didn't seem to care.  
"We're all bigger than Grunty is," said one of her sons—a bouncing black youngster who was the most unruly of the litter.
 
"You're all greedy," Mrs. Pig retorted. "Do try to restrain yourselves when you eat. Remember—there's plenty of time."
 
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"But there's not always plenty of food," Grunty Pig told his mother. "Sometimes there isn't any left for me."
 
"I know," said Mrs. Pig. "I know that your brothers and sisters eat your share whenever they can. Farmer Green furnishes enough food for you all. And if you children didn't forget your manners everybody would get his share—no more and no less."
 
Now, Mrs. Pig was not the only one that noticed how piggish her youngsters were at the trough. One day Farmer Green himself remarked to his son Johnnie, as they leaned over the pen, that that litter of pigs did beat all he had ever seen.
 
"They come a-running at meal time as if they were half starved. It's a wonder they don't get in the trough all over."
 
Johnnie Green liked to watch the pigs.
 
"That black fellow's the greediest of the7 lot," he declared. "He's getting to be the biggest. He's almost twice the size of the little runt."
 
"The runt doesn't get his share," said Farmer Green. "We'll have to do something to help him, or he'll never be worth his salt."
 
Grunty Pig looked up at Farmer Green and gave a , as if to say, "Hurry, please! Because I'm always hungry."
 
And Blackie, his greedy brother, looked up at Farmer Green too. He said nothing. But his little eyes twinkled slyly. And he told his brothers and sisters that Farmer Green needn't think he could keep him from drinking all the skim milk he pleased.
 
"If Mother can't make me behave, surely Farmer Green won't be able to," he boasted.
 
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Of course Blackie Pig was very young. Otherwise he would never have made such a silly remark. And he soon learned that Farmer Green was more than a match for him.
 
The next day Farmer Green made a long lid that dropped over the feeding trough and covered it completely. And in the lid he cut seven holes—one for each of Mrs. Pig's children.
 
There was no more jostling at meal time. There was a place for everybody. And Mrs. Pig was delighted with the improvement. When Farmer Green filled the trough, each of the children stuck his head through a hole and ate in the most orderly fashion. To be sure, there was some and , and some snuffling and blowing. But it seemed to Mrs. Pig that no youngsters could have behaved more beautifully.
 
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And Grunty liked the new way of eating, too. But Blackie made a great fuss. He complained because he couldn't stick his nose through two holes at the same time!