[CONTENTS]
[A TRIP TO STYFORD]
[MOTHER PORKY GOES VISITING]
[CHRISTMAS IN PIGLAND]
[THE PIGLETS GO PICNICKING]
[MISS PINKY PIG VISITS MOTHER GRUNTY]
[A TRIP TO STYFORD]
You have all heard of the three little pigs. And you know all about how Old Mother Pig sent them forth to seek their fortunes, don't you? Of course you do!
You remember, too, how the Wandering Wolf frightened the one in the straw house and "ate up that poor little pig." And you will never forget how he afterwards scared the one in the wooden house and "ate up that poor little pig." And then, were you ever so glad, in all your life, as when he tried and tried and simply could not get the third little pig—that cunning, curly-tailed, squeaky-voiced little pig who lived in the little brick house!
Well, of course, this last little pig, whose name was Grunty, lived safely in her neat little red brick house for many years after the day when she ate up the Wandering Wolf for her dinner.
Some years after that day of feasting, Grunty Pig had two wee piggies of her own. The older one was white all over, except for his two black ears, so Mother Grunty at once named him Blacky-ears. The younger one looked just as his mother had looked when she was little—white all over, with a curly tail and a squeaky voice so cheery that everyone smiled when he spoke. He was called Little-wee Pig.
One day in June Mother Grunty thought she must go on a journey, and she worried about leaving Blacky-ears and Little-wee Pig alone, for she had not forgotten that the Wandering Wolves were not all dead and that one of them might get after her babies.