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The pig flew up in the air,
But Patrick Brown soon brought him down,
Dickery, dickery, dare.

The Story of the Three Little Pigs

Once there was an old pig, who had three little pigs, and sent them
out to seek their fortune. The first one went and built a house with
straw, and soon after a wolf came and knocked at the door and said,
"Little pig, let me come in." But the little pig said, "No, no by the
hair of my chin." The wolf then said, "I'll huff, and I'll puff, and
I'll blow your house in." So he huffed, and he puffed, and blew the
house in, and ate up the little pig.

The next little pig built a house with sticks, and the old wolf came
along and called out, "Little pig, let me come in." And the little
pig answered, "No, no, by the hair of my chin." "Then," says the
wolf, "I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." So he
huffed and he puffed, and blew the house down, and ate up the little
pig also.

The third little pig built a house with bricks. Just after along came
the old wolf, and said, "Little pig, let me come in." The little pig
said, "No, no, by the hair of my chin." "Then I'll huff and I'll
puff, and I'll blow your house down." Well, he huffed and he puffed,
and he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed; but he
could not get the house down.

When he found he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow
the house down, he said "Little pig, I know where there is a nice
field of turnips." "Where?" said the little pig. "Oh, in Mr. Smith's
home field, and if you will be ready to-morrow morning I will call
for you, and we will go together, and get some for dinner."

"Very well," said the little pig, "I will be ready. What time do you
mean to go?" "Oh, at six o'clock." Well, the little pig got up at
five, and got the turnips before the wolf came, which he did about
six, and said, "Little pig, are you ready?" The little pig said,
"Ready; I've been and come back again and got a nice potful for
dinner."

The wolf felt very angry at this, but thought that he would be up to
the little pig somehow or other, so he said, "Little pig, I know
where there is a nice apple tree." "Where?" said the little pig.
"Down at Merry Garden," replied the wolf, "and if you will not
deceive me I will come for you at five o'clock to-morrow, and we will
go together and get some apples."

Well, the pig bustled up the next morning at four o'clock, and went
off for the apples, hoping to ge