Uncle Wiggily smiled, but said nothing.
“I met a man with a load of bricks, and I begged some of them to build my house,” said Twisty-Tail. “No wolf can get me. No, sir-ee! I’ll build my house very strong, not weak like my brothers’. No, indeed!”
“I’ll help you build your house,” offered Uncle Wiggily, kindly, and just as he and Twisty-Tail finished the brick house and put on the roof it began to rain and freeze.
“We are through just in time,” said Twisty-Tail, as he and the rabbit gentleman hurried inside. “I don’t believe the wolf will come out in such weather.”
But just as he said that and looked from the window, the little piggie boy gave a cry, and said:
“Oh, here comes the bad animal now! But he can’t get in my house, or blow it over, ’cause the book says he didn’t.”
The wolf came up through the freezing rain and knocking on the third piggie boy’s brick house, said:
“Little pig! Little pig! Let me come in!”
“No! No! By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin, I will not let you in!” grunted Twisty-Tail.
“Then I’ll puff and I’ll blow, and I’ll blow your house in!” howled the wolf.