ry angry indeed; but he made up his mind to catch the
little pig somehow or other; so he told him that he knew where there
was a nice apple-tree.

"Where?" said the little pig.

"Round the hill in the squire's orchard," the wolf said. "So if
you will promise to play me no tricks, I will come for you tomorrow
morning at five o'clock, and we will go there together and get some
rosy-cheeked apples."

The next morning piggy got up at four o'clock and was off and away
long before the wolf came.

But the orchard was a long way off, and besides, he had the tree to
climb, which is a difficult matter for a little pig, so that before
the sack he had brought with him was quite filled he saw the wolf
coming towards him.

He was dreadfully frightened, but he thought it better to put a good
face on the matter, so when the wolf said: "Little pig, why are you
here before me? Are they nice apples?" he replied at once: "Yes, very;
I will throw down one for you to taste." So he picked an apple and
threw it so far that whilst the wolf was running to fetch it he had
time to jump down and scamper away home.

The next day the wolf came again, and told the little pig that there
was going to be a fair in the town that afternoon, and asked him if he
would go with him.

"Oh! yes," said the pig, "I will go with pleasure. What time will you
be ready to start?"

"At half-past three," said the wolf.

Of course, the little pig started long before the time, went to the
fair, and bought a fine large butter-churn, and was trotting away with
it on his back when he saw the wolf coming.

He did not know what to do, so he crept into the churn to hide, and by
so doing started it rolling.

Down the hill it went, rolling over and over, with the little pig
squeaking inside.

The wolf could not think what the strange thing rolling down the hill
could be; so he turned tail and ran away home in a fright without ever
going to the fair at all. He went to the little pig's house to tell
him how frightened he had been by a large round thing which came
rolling past him down the hill.

"Ha! ha!" laughed the little pig; "so I frightened you, eh? I had been
to the fair and bought a butter-churn; when I saw you I got inside it
and rolled down the hill."

This made the wolf so angry that he declared that he _would_ eat up
the little pig, and that nothing should save him, for he would jump
down the chimney.

But the clever little pig hung a pot full of wa