Of course, the little pig started long before the time, went to the
fair, and bought a fine large butter-churn, and was trotting away with
it on his back when he saw the wolf coming.
He did not know what to do, so he crept into the churn to hide, and by
so doing started it rolling.
Down the hill it went, rolling over and over, with the little pig
squeaking inside.
The wolf could not think what the strange thing rolling down the hill
could be; so he turned tail and ran away home in a fright without ever
going to the fair at all. He went to the little pig's house to tell
him how frightened he had been by a large round thing which came
rolling past him down the hill.
"Ha! ha!" laughed the little pig; "so I frightened you, eh? I had been
to the fair and bought a butter-churn; when I saw you I got inside it
and rolled down the hill."
This made the wolf so angry that he declared that he _would_ eat up
the little pig, and that nothing should save him, for he would jump
down the chimney.
But the clever little pig hung a pot full of water over the hearth
and then made a blazing fire, and just as the wolf was coming down the
chimney he took off the cover and in fell the wolf.
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