Avery

"What's that?" he demanded. "What's Fern got?" "She's got a guest for breakfast," said Mrs. Arable. "Wash your hands and face, Avery!" "Let's see it!" said Avery, setting his gun down. "You call that miserable thing a pig? That's a fine specimen of a pig- it's no bigger than a white rat." "Wash up and eat your breakfast, Avery!" said his mother. "The school bus will be along in half an hour."