book."

And, surely enough, Twisty-Tail was building a little house of red
bricks, and it was the tap-tap-tapping of his trowel, or
mortar-shovel, that made the clinkity-clankity noise.

"Do you know me, Uncle Wiggily?" asked the piggie boy. "You see I am
in a book. 'Once upon a time there were three little pigs, and----'"

"I know all about you," interrupted Uncle Wiggily. "I have met
Mother Goose, and also your two brothers."

"They didn't know how to build the right kind of houses, and so the
wolf got them," said Twisty-Tail. "I am sorry, but it had to happen
that way, just as it is in the book."

Uncle Wiggily smiled, but said nothing.

"I met a man with a load of bricks, and I begged some of them to
build my house," said Twisty-Tail. "No wolf can get me. No, sir-ee!
I'll build my house very strong, not weak like my brothers'. No,
indeed!"

"I'll help you build your house," offered Uncle Wiggily, kindly, and
just as he and Twisty-Tail finished the brick house and put on the
roof it began to rain and freeze.

"We are through just in time," said Twisty-Tail, as he and the
rabbit gentleman hurried inside. "I don't believe the wolf will come
out in such weather."

But just as he said that and looked from the window, the little
piggie boy gave a cry, and said:

"Oh, here comes the bad animal now! But he can't get in my house, or
blow it over, 'cause the book says he didn't."

The wolf came up through the freezing rain and knocking on the third
piggie boy's brick house, said:

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

"No! No! By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin, I will not let you in!"
grunted Twisty-Tail.

"Then I'll puff and I'll blow, and I'll blow your house in!" howled
the wolf.

"You can't! The book says so!" laughed the little pig. "My house is
a strong, brick one. You can't get me!"

"Just you wait!" growled the wolf. So he puffed out his cheeks, and
he blew and he blew, but he could not blow down the brick house,
because it was so strong.

"Well, I'm in no hurry," the wolf said. "I'll sit down and wait for
you to come out."

So the wolf sat down on his tail to wait outside the brick house.
After a while Twisty-Tail began to get hungry.

"Did you bring anything to eat, Uncle Wiggily?" he asked.

"No, I didn't," answered the rabbit gentleman. "But if the old wolf
would go away I'd take you where your two brothers are visiting with
me in the Littletail family rabbit house and you could