He was so small that his mother didn't know he was there. The other piglets were always pushing and shoving, squealing greedily for food, or rolling around in the mud.

But the tiny pig was gentle, quiet, and never greedy, and he always kept clean. While the other piglets played he would lie under his favorite tree wishing for wings to carry him into the sky.

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One day he heard a great shriek. A large sow had slipped on the road. The little pig crawled under the fence and ran to help her.

He wedged some pebbles and twigs under her, and with great effort finally helped her to her feet.

The sow was very grateful and offered the little pig a wish — "anything at all," she said.

"I want wings," he answered.

The sow nodded and continued on her way. Almost at once wings began to grow on the little pig.

He was thrilled. His wings worked! He flew around all day.

At night he returned to the pigpen. When the other pigs saw his wings they pushed him out. "Go sleep with the birds," they said.

He tried that, but the birds wouldn't let him stay either.

On and on he flew towards a city.