They had a very pleasant home in the middle of an oak forest, and were
all just as happy as the day was long, until one sad year the acorn
crop failed; then, indeed, poor Mrs. Piggy-wiggy often had hard work
to make both ends meet.
One day she called her sons to her, and, with tears in her eyes, told
them that she must send them out into the wide world to seek their
fortune.
She kissed them all round, and the three little pigs set out upon
their travels, each taking a different road, and carrying a bundle
slung on a stick across his shoulder.
The first little pig had not gone far before he met a man carrying a
bundle of straw; so he said to him: "Please, man, give me that straw
to build me a house?" The man was very good-natured, so he gave him
the bundle of straw, and the little pig built a pretty little house
with it.
No sooner was it finished, and the little pig thinking of going to
bed, than a wolf came along, knocked at the door, and said: "Little
pig, little pig, let me come in."
But the little pig laughed softly, and answered: "No, no, by the hair
of my chinny-chin-chin."
Then said the wolf sternly: "I will _make_ you let me in; for 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, because, you
see, it was only of straw and too light; and when he had blown the
house in, he ate up the little pig, and did not leave so much as the
tip of his tail.
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