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By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin, I will not let you in!" grunted Twisty-Tail. "Then I'll puff and I'll blow, and I'll blow your house in!" howled the wolf. "You can't! The book says so!" laughed the little pig. "My house is a strong, brick one. You can't get me!" "Just you wait!" growled the wolf.
"I'll help you build your house," offered Uncle Wiggily, kindly, and just as he and Twisty-Tail finished the brick house and put on the roof it began to rain and freeze. "We are through just in time," said Twisty-Tail, as he and the rabbit gentleman hurried inside. "I don't believe the wolf will come out in such weather."
"Don't you remember what it says in the book? 'Once upon a time there were three little pigs, named Grunter, Squeaker and Twisty-Tail. Well, I'm Grunter, and I met a man with a load of straw, and I asked him for a bundle to make me a house. He very kindly gave it to me, and now, I'm off to build it." "May I come?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "I'll help you put up your house."
"Hello!" called the rabbit gentleman. "Are you Twisty-Tail?" "That's my name," answered the little pig, "and, as you see, I am building my house of bricks, just as it tells about in the Mother Goose book." And, surely enough, Twisty-Tail was building a little house of red bricks, and it was the tap-tap-tapping of his trowel, or mortar-shovel, that made the clinkity-clankity noise.
"We want to see Twisty-Tail." For the first and second little pigs, after having been saved by Uncle Wiggily, and taken home to Mother Goose, had come back to pay a visit to the bunny gentleman. "Well, perhaps I may meet Twisty-Tail when I go walking to-day," spoke Uncle Wiggily. "If I do I'll bring him home with me." "Oh, goodie!" cried Grunter and Squeaker.
"I am sorry, but it had to happen that way, just as it is in the book." Uncle Wiggily smiled, but said nothing. "I met a man with a load of bricks, and I begged some of them to build my house," said Twisty-Tail. "No wolf can get me. No, sir-ee! I'll build my house very strong, not weak like my brothers'. No, indeed!"
Oh, custard cake!" howled the wolf. "This isn't in the Mother Goose book at all. Not a single pig did I get! Oh, my nose! Ouch!" Then he ran away, and Uncle Wiggily and Twisty-Tail could come safely out of the brick house, which they did, hurrying home to the bunny house where Grunter and Squeaker were, to get something to eat.
So he puffed out his cheeks, and he blew and he blew, but he could not blow down the brick house, because it was so strong. "Well, I'm in no hurry," the wolf said. "I'll sit down and wait for you to come out." So the wolf sat down on his tail to wait outside the brick house. After a while Twisty-Tail began to get hungry. "Did you bring anything to eat, Uncle Wiggily?" he asked.
"Do you know me, Uncle Wiggily?" asked the piggie boy. "You see I am in a book. 'Once upon a time there were three little pigs, and " "I know all about you," interrupted Uncle Wiggily. "I have met Mother Goose, and also your two brothers." "They didn't know how to build the right kind of houses, and so the wolf got them," said Twisty-Tail.
For they were the first and second little pigs, you see. Uncle Wiggily had saved Grunter from the bad wolf when the growling creature blew down Grunter's straw house. And, in almost the same way, the bunny uncle had saved Squeaker, when his wooden house was blown over by the wolf. But Twisty-Tail, the third little pig, Uncle Wiggily had not yet helped.
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