II.
The next morning when old Mr. Prairie Wolf awoke and stretched himself, he saw the three little houses in the distance.
“What can they be?” wondered old Mr. Wolf. “Maybe I can get breakfast over there.” So he started toward them.
The first house he came to was the straw one.
He peeped in the window and saw little Jump.
He knocked on the door. “Mr. Jump, let me come in,” said he.
“Oh, no, by my bark—bark—bark! you cannot come in,” barked little Jump, pushing with all his might against the door with his little paws.
“Then I’ll blow your house over with one big breath!” growled old Mr. Prairie Wolf.
So he blew one mighty breath, and blew the house over, and ate up poor little Jump.
On his way home, old Mr. Wolf stopped to look in the window of the little stick house. He saw little Bump.
“My, what a good breakfast I shall have to-morrow!” he thought to himself.
The next morning he came early and knocked on the door of the little stick house.
“Mr. Bump, Mr. Bump,” said he, “let me come in.”
“Oh, no, by my bark—bark—bark! you cannot come in,” barked little Bump, standing on his hind legs with his back braced against the door.
“Then I’ll throw your house over with one blow of my paw,” growled old Mr. Prairie Wolf.
And he did, and ate up poor little Bump.