The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said, “Please, Sir, 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 chinny chin chin.”

the three little pigs talk to the wolf“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 he huffed; but he couldn’t blow the house down. When he found that all his huffing and puffing was for naught, and he couldn’t 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 want to go?”

“Oh, at six o’clock.”

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