The Wolf and the house of sticks Once upon a time there was an old pig with three little pigs, and as she had not enough to keep them, she sent them out to seek their fortune. The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and said to him, "Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house;" which the man did, and the little pig built a house with it. Presently came along a wolf, and knocked at the door, and said,— "Little pig, little pig, let me come in." To which the pig answered,— "No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin." The wolf then answered to that,— "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." So he huffed and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and eat up the little pig. The second little pig met a man with a bundle of furze, and said, "Please man give me that furze to build a house;" which the man did, and the pig built his house. Then along came the wolf, and said,— "Little pig, little pig, let me come in." "No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin." "Then I'll puff and I'll huff, and I'll blow your house in." So he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at last he blew the house down, and he eat up the little Pig.
The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said, "Please, man, give me those bricks to build a house with;" so the man gave him the bricks, and he built his house with them. So the wolf came, as he did to the other little pigs, and said,— "Little pig, little pig, let me come in." "No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin." "Then I'll puff and I'll huff, and I'll blow your house in." Wolf and the barrel Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed; but he could not get the house down. When he found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the house down, he said, "Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips." "Where?" said the little pig. "Oh, in Mr. Smith's Home-field, and if you will be ready to-morrow morning I will call for you, and we will go together, and get some for dinner." "Very well," said the little pig "I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?" "Oh, at six o'clock." Well, the little pig got up at five, and got the turnips before the wolf came—(which he did about six)—and said, "Little pig, are you ready?" The little pig said, "Ready! I have been, Wolf in the pot
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