"
Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he
huffed, and he puffed; but he could _not_ get the house down. At last
he had no breath left to huff and puff with, so he sat down outside
the little pig's house and thought for awhile.
Presently he called out: "Little pig, I know where there is a nice
field of turnips."
"Where?" said the little pig.
"Behind the farmer's house, three fields away, and if you will be
ready to-morrow morning I will call for you, and we will go together
and get some breakfast."
"Very well," said the little pig; "I will be sure to be ready. What
time do you mean to start?"
"At six o'clock," replied the wolf.
Well, the wise little pig got up at five, scampered away to the field,
and brought home a fine load of turnips before the wolf came. At six
o'clock the wolf came to the little pig's house and said: "Little pig,
are you ready?"
"Ready!" cried the little pig. "Why, I have been to the field and
come back long ago, and now I am busy boiling a potful of turnips for
breakfast."
The wolf was very angry indeed; but he made up his mind to catch the
little pig somehow or other; so he told him that he knew where there
was a nice apple-tree.
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