So he carried and carried and worked and worked, but finally he had a stone house.
II.
The next morning when old Mr. Prairie Wolf awoke and stretched himself, he saw the three little houses in the distance.
“What can they be?” wondered old Mr. Wolf. “Maybe I can get breakfast over there.” So he started toward them.
The first house he came to was the straw one.
He peeped in the window and saw little Jump.
He knocked on the door. “Mr. Jump, let me come in,” said he.
“Oh, no, by my bark—bark—bark! you cannot come in,” barked little Jump, pushing with all his might against the door with his little paws.
“Then I’ll blow your house over with one big breath!” growled old Mr. Prairie Wolf.
So he blew one mighty breath, and blew the house over, and ate up poor little Jump.