“Mr. Man, come to put a mark on your little pigs,” said Brother Wolf.
Then Mrs. Pig opened the door, and she turned out the four little black pigs. But the little white pig was as the apple of her eye, and she hid him in the cupboard.
So Brother Wolf emptied all the corn out of his bag, and he put in the four little pigs, and he carried them home with him.
By and by, Brother Wolf was hungry for more pig meat, so he dressed himself in his clothes again. He put his bag of corn over his shoulder, and he rapped loudly at Mrs. Pig’s door, calling:
“Mrs. Pig, Mrs. Pig, let me come in,
The corn is ripe, and the frosts begin.”
“Who knocks?” asked Mrs. Pig.
“Mr. Man, come to put a mark on your little white pig,” said Brother Wolf.
But Mrs. Pig barred the door, and locked the window, and hid the little white pig in the dresser, for he was as the apple of her eye.
Then Brother Wolf was very angry, and he took off his hat and his shoes and his necktie. He hurried up and down the roads until he met Mr. Wind, who wore a red cloak, and was sweeping the fields.