So he lay there snug and warm, and presently the old wolf knocked at the door.
“Piggy-wig, piggy-wig, let me in!” he cried.
“I won’t, by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin,” answered the pig.
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
The little pig laughed aloud, for he felt very safe in his snug straw house.
“Well, then huff, and then puff, and then blow my house in!” he cried.
Well, the old wolf did huff and puff, and he did blow the house in, for it was only made of straw, and then he ate up the pig.
The second little pig when he left the forest ran along and ran along and presently he met a man with a great load of leaves.
“Oh, kind Mr. Man, please give me some leaves to build me a little house for the winter time,” cried the piggy.
The man was willing to do this. He gave the pig all the leaves he wanted, and then he went on his way.