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wolf. "Now if you will not play any more tricks on me, I will come round to-morrow morning at five o'clock and we will go together to get some fine, rosy-cheeked apples."
But the next morning the pig got up at four o'clock and was off and away long before the wolf came.
Now the orchard was farther off than the little pig expected, and the tree was a lot harder to climb, so before he had filled his sack with apples he saw the wolf coming round the hill.
He was terribly frightened, but he picked up his courage and was looking very brave when the wolf came up.
"Little pig," said the wolf, "Why are you here before me? Are the apples nice?"
"Yes, very nice," answered the pig. "I'll throw one down for you to taste."
Then he picked an apple and threw it as far as he could, and while the wolf was racing after the apple the little pig had time to jump down and run away home.
The next morning the wolf was on hand again. "There's going to be a fair in town this afternoon. Will you go with me to see it?"
"Oh, yes, with pleasure," said the pig. "What time shall we start?"
"At half-past three," said the. wolf.
Of course the wise little pig started long before that time and went to the fair alone. After he had looked at all the pretty things he bought a fine large butter churn, and laying it over his shoulder, trotted merrily toward home.
He had not gone far when he saw the wolf coming up the hill. The little pig was so frightened that he did not know what to do, but he crawled into the churn to hide. This started the churn to rolling, and down the hill it went, right toward the wolf. The churn rolled over and over, bumping on the stones, and the little pig squeaked as though he would split his throat.
The wolf could not think what the noisy round thing was, coming straight down the hill toward him; so he turned tail and ran away home in a fright without ever going to the fair at all.
The next morning he went to the pig's house and told him how frightened he had been by a large, round, noisy thing that came down the hill straight at him.
"Ha, ha,"- laughed the pig. "So I frightened you, did I? That was a churn I bought at the fair, and I was inside it, rolling down the hill to frighten
This made the wolf so angry that he vowed he would eat the pig, and that nothing should stop him. So he climbed up on the roof and jumped down the chimney.
But the wise little pig was ready for him, for he had built a big fire and hung a great kettle of water over it, right under the chimney. When the pig heard the wolf coming he took the cover off the kettle, and down fell the wolf right into it. Before he could crawl out, the little pig popped the lid back on again, and in a trice he had the wolf boiling.
That night the little pig had boiled wolf for supper. So he lived in his brick and mortar house till he grew too big for it, and never was he troubled by a wolf again.
By Alfred Tennyson
HAT does little birdie say
What does little baby say
THE CAT AND THE CHESTNUTS
A CAT and a Monkey were sitting one day on k the hearth in front of a fire where their master left some chestnuts to roast in the asbes. The chestnuts were bursting finely in the heat when the Monkey said:
"It is plain to see that you have splendid paws— just like the hands of a man. How easily you could take the chestnuts out of the fire! Won't vou try it?"
THE MONKEY USES THE CAT S PAW
The silly Cat, much nattered hy the speech, reached forward and caught one of the chestnuts. The ashes were so hot that he jerked his arm back with a cry of pain.
The Monkey laughed, and so hurt the Cat's pride that the foolish animal drew out one of the nuts, in spite of the fact that his paw was singed.
He did not stop, however, but drew out one after another and put them behind him, though every time he burned his paw. When he could reach no more he turned to look behind him at the nuts he laid there, and was astonished to see that the Monkey had shelled and eaten every one.
It often happens that one person "makes a catspaw" of another.
THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE
By Robert Louis Stevenson
WHEN I was sick and lay abed,
And sometimes for an hour or so
And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
I was the giant great and still