But no; the little pig wanted to go out into the woods, and into the woods the little pig would go, ogre or no ogre.
After he had eaten all of the acorns that he wanted he began to think of going home again, but just then the ogre came stumping along. “Aha!” says he, “we have met again, have we?”
“Yes,” said the largest of the three little pigs, “we have. And I want to say that I could find no roast apple at home, and so I did not come back again.”
Yes, yes, that was all very fine; but they should have a settling of old scores now. The largest of the three little pigs might just come along home with the ogre, and to-morrow he should be made into sausages; for there was to be no trickery this time, so there was an end of the matter.
Come, come! the ogre must not be too testy. There was such a thing as having too much pepper in the pudding—that was what the largest of the little pigs said. If it were sausages that the ogre was after, maybe the pig could help him. Over home at the farm yonder was a storehouse filled with more sausages and good things than two men could count. There was a window where the ogre could just squeeze through. Only he must promise to eat what he wanted and to carry nothing away with him.
Well, the ogre promised to eat all he wanted in the storehouse, and then off they went together.
By and by they came to the storehouse at the farm, and there, sure enough, was a window, and it was just large enough for the ogre to squeeze through without a button to spare in the size.
Dear, dear! how the ogre did stuff himself with the sausages and puddings and other good things in the storehouse.
By and by the little pig bawled out as loud as he could, “Have you had enough yet?”