When Grunty Pig insisted that his own tightly curled tail was the most beautiful one in the neighborhood, old dog Spot yawned.  
"If that's the case," he remarked, "I should think you'd want your tail where you could see it more easily. Don't you find it a nuisance to have to turn your head around every time you want to look at your tail?"
 
Grunty Pig admitted that his tail wasn't in the most convenient place in the world.
 
"If Farmer Green should cut off your tail and nail it up on the outside of the84 barn," old Spot suggested, "you could look at it easily enough. And it would give others a better chance to see it, too. Even the people that drive along the road could enjoy it. Everybody about the tall corn that we nailed to the barn last fall. And I'm sure that folks would admire your tail."
 
When Spot spoke of Farmer Green's cutting off his tail, Grunty Pig . But as the old dog talked on and on Grunty forgot the painful part of the plan.
 
"There's no doubt," he agreed, "that my tail would be a fine sight, fastened up on the barn where everybody could gaze at it. But don't you think, Mr. Spot, that I'd look very queer without any tail?"
 
"N—no!" Spot told him. "N—no! I've seen plenty of pigs without tails. They didn't look queer at all. Really, they looked better without tails than they would have looked with them."
 
Grunty Pig had listened carefully to what Spot said. Yet somehow he couldn't quite make up his mind to part with his beautiful tail, even if it would delight many more people when nailed to the outside of the barn.
 
"I'd like to see one of those pigs," he said to Spot. "I'd like to see how they look."
 
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