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.
Well, he huffed and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed; but he could not get the house down.
When he found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the house down, he said, "Little Pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips."
Where? said the little Pig.
Very well, said the little Pig, "I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?"
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 be up to the little Pig somehow or other; so he said, "Little Pig, I know where there is a nice apple-tree."