“Then I’ll puff and I’ll blow, and I’ll blow your house in!” howled the wolf.
“You can’t! The book says so!” laughed the little pig. “My house is a strong, brick one. You can’t get me!”
“Just you wait!” growled the wolf. So he puffed out his cheeks, and he blew and he blew, but he could not blow down the brick house, because it was so strong.
“Well, I’m in no hurry,” the wolf said. “I’ll sit down and wait for you to come out.”
So the wolf sat down on his tail to wait outside the brick house. After a while Twisty-Tail began to get hungry.
“Did you bring anything to eat, Uncle Wiggily?” he asked.
“No, I didn’t,” answered the rabbit gentleman. “But if the old wolf would go away I’d take you where your two brothers are visiting with me in the Littletail family rabbit house and you could have all you want to eat.”
But the wolf would not go away, even when Uncle Wiggily asked him to, most politely, making a bow and twinkling his nose.
“I’m going to stay here all night,” the wolf growled. “I am not going away. I am going to get that third little pig!”
“Are you? Well, we’ll see about that!” cried the rabbit gentleman. Then he took a rib out of his umbrella, and with a piece of his shoe lace (that he didn’t need) for a string he made a bow like the Indians used to have.