On his way home, old Mr. Wolf stopped to look in the window of the little stick house. He saw little Bump.
“My, what a good breakfast I shall have to-morrow!” he thought to himself.
The next morning he came early and knocked on the door of the little stick house.
“Mr. Bump, Mr. Bump,” said he, “let me come in.”
“Oh, no, by my bark—bark—bark! you cannot come in,” barked little Bump, standing on his hind legs with his back braced against the door.
“Then I’ll throw your house over with one blow of my paw,” growled old Mr. Prairie Wolf.
And he did, and ate up poor little Bump.
III.
On his way home, he stopped to look in the window of the little stone house.