Well, the little pig got up at five, and got the turnips and 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 pot-full for dinner.”
The wolf felt very angry at this, but thought that he would get the little pig somehow or other; so he said, “Little pig, I know where there is a nice apple-tree.”
“Down at Merry-garden,” replied the wolf; “and if you will not deceive me I will come for you, at five o’clock to-morrow, and we will go together and get some apples.”
Well, the little pig woke 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 farther 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?! Aren’t 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.