Once
upon a time, there was an old sow 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."
"Then
I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." Said the wolf. So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his
house in, and ate up the little pig.
The
second 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 in, and
he ate up the second 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 huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."
Well,
he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and
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 tomorrow 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 and he was home again before
six. When the wolf came, he said, "Little pig, are you ready?"
"Ready!”
Said the little pig. I have been and come back again, and got a nice potful for
dinner."
The
wolf felt very angry at this, but thought that he would be up to the little pig
somehow or other, so he said, "Little pig, I know where there is a nice
apple tree."
"Where?"
said the pig.
"Down
at Merry Garden," replied the wolf, "and if you will not deceive me I
will come for you, at five o'clock tomorrow and we’ll go together and get some
apples."
Well,
the little pig woke up at four the next morning, and bustled up, and went off
for the apples, hoping to get back before the wolf came; but he had further to
go, and had to climb the tree, so that just as he was coming down from it, he
saw the wolf coming, which, as you may suppose, frightened him very much.
When
the wolf came up he said, "Little pig, what! Are you here before me? Are
they nice apples?"
"Yes,
very," said the little pig. "I will throw you down one." And he
threw it so far, that, while the wolf was gone to pick it up, the little pig
jumped down and ran home.
The
next day the wolf came again, and said to the little pig, "Little pig,
there is a fair at the town this afternoon. Will you go?"
"Oh
yes," said the pig, "I will go. What time shall you be ready?"
"At
three," said the wolf. So the little pig went off before the time as
usual, and got to the fair, and bought a butter churn, and he was on his way
home, when he saw the wolf coming. Then he could not tell what to do. So he got
into the churn to hide, and in doing so turned it around, and it began to roll
and roll down on the hill with the pig inside it, which frightened the wolf so
much, that he ran home without going to the fair. He went to the little pig's
house, and told him how frightened he had been by a great round thing which
came down the hill past him.
Then
the little pig said, "Ha, I frightened you, did I. I had been to the fair
and bought a butter churn, and when I saw you, I got into it, and rolled down
the hill."
Then
the wolf was very angry indeed, and declared he would eat up
the little pig, and that he would get down the chimney after him. When the
little pig saw what he was about, he hung on the pot full of water, and made up
a blazing fire, and, just as the wolf was coming down, took off the cover the
pot, and in fell the wolf; and the little pig put on the cover again in an
instant, boiled him up, and ate him for supper, and lived happy ever after.
