IV
The next day the old fox went to Whitey’s house.
Greedy little Whitey was eating the cabbage that her house was made of.
“Tap, tap!” came a knock at the door.
Then a soft voice said, “Little pig!
Little pig! Let me come in.”
“Who are you?” said Whitey.
“A friend of your mother’s,” said Mr. Fox.
“I have something good for you to eat.”
“No, no! You can not come in.
You are not a friend,” said Whitey.
Then Mr. Fox ate a big hole in the cabbage house.
