Once upon a time there was an old sow

“Once upon a time there was an old sow with three little pigs, and
as she had not enough to keep them, she sent them out to seek their
fortune. The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and
said to him, "Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house;"
which the man did, and the little pig built a house with it. Presently
came along a wolf, and knocked at the door, and said,--

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

To which the pig answered,--

"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin."

The wolf then answered to that,--

"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."

So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and eat up the
little pig.

The second little pig met a man with a bundle of furze, and said,
"Please, man, give me that furze to build a house;" which the man did,
and the pig built his house. Then along came the wolf, and said,--

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin."

"Then I'll puff, and I'll huff, and I'll blow your house in."

So he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at last
he blew the house down, and he eat up the little pig.

The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said,
"Please, man, give me those bricks to build a house with;" so the man
gave him the bricks, and he built his house with them. So the wolf
came, as he did to the other little pigs, and said,--

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin."

"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."

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 that 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 who said,
"Little pig, are you ready?" The little pig said, "Ready! I”