One day in winter an old Wolf knocked
at the door of the little straw house.
"Let me in, little Pig," he said.

"No, no! by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin, I'll not let you in," said the good little Pig. "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in," said the old Wolf.

So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in.

Then he ate up the good little Pig.

The next day the old Wolf knocked at the door of the little house made of sticks. "Let me in, little Pig," he said.

"No, no! by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin, I'll not let you in,” said the brave little Pig. "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in," said the old Wolf.

So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in.

Then he ate up the brave little Pig.

The wise little Pig and his house

The next day the old Wolf knocked at
the door of the little brick house.
“Let me in, little Pig,” he said.

"No, no! by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin, I'll not let you in," said the wise little Pig. “Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in," said the old Wolf.

So he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed, but he could not blow the little brick house in.

The wise little Pig still lives in his

strong brick house.

THE LITTLE ELF

I met a little Elfman once,
Down where the lilies blow,
I asked him why he was so small
And why he didn't grow.

He slightly frowned, and with his eye
He looked me through and through.
"I'm quite as big for me," he said,
"As you are big for you."

-John Kendrick Bangs