ling his nose. "And
so you are the first little pig. But what are you going to do with
that bundle of straw?"

"I'm going to build me a house, Uncle Wiggily, of course," grunted
the piggie boy. "Don't you remember what it says in the book? 'Once
upon a time there were three little pigs, named Grunter, Squeaker
and Twisty-Tail.' Well, I'm Grunter, and I met a man with a load of
straw, and I asked him for a bundle to make me a house. He very
kindly gave it to me, and now, I'm off to build it."

"May I come?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "I'll help you put up your
house."

"Of course you may come--glad to have you," answered the first
little pig. "Only you know what happens to me; don't you?"

"No! What?" asked the rabbit gentleman. "I guess I have forgotten
the story."

"Well, after I build my house of straw, just as it says in the
Mother Goose story book, along comes a bad old wolf, and he blows it
down," said the first little pig.

"Oh, how dreadful!" cried Uncle Wiggily, "but maybe he won't come
to-day."

"Oh, yes, he will," said the first little pig. "It's that way in the
book, and the wolf has to come."

"Well, if he does," said Uncle Wiggily, "maybe I can save you from
him."

"Oh, I hope you can!" grunted Grunter. "It is no fun to be chased by
a wolf."

So the rabbit gentleman and the piggie boy went on and on, until
they came to the place where Grunter was to build his house of
straw. Uncle Wiggily helped, and soon it was finished.

"Why, it is real nice and cozy in here," said Uncle Wiggily, when he
had made a big pile of snow back of the straw house to keep off the
north wind, and had gone in with the little piggie boy.

"Yes, it is cozy enough," spoke Grunter, "but wait until the bad
wolf comes. Oh, dear!"

"Maybe he won't come," said the rabbit, hopeful like.

"Yes, he will!" cried Grunter. "Here he comes now."

And, surely enough, looking out of the window, the piggie boy and
Uncle Wiggily saw a bad wolf running over the snow toward them. The
wolf knocked on the door of the straw house and cried:

"Little pig! Little pig! Let me come in."

"No! No! By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin. I will not let you in!"
answered Grunter, just like in the book.

"Then I'll puff and I'll blow, and I'll blow your house in!" howled
the wolf. Then he puffed and he blew, and, all of a sudden, over
went the straw house. But, just as it was falling down, Uncle
Wiggily cried:

"Quick, Grunter, come with me! I'll