Another Little Pig

‘Let me in!’
‘Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin.’
‘I’ll huff and I’ll puff: I’ll blow your house in.’
‘Bring it, Wolfie, do your worst!’

The wolf stopped, uncertain. Prey certainly wasn’t meant to challenge him.

‘What?’
‘I said, bring it, Wolfie!’ the pig sounded quite insane.
The wolf backed up and sat down, puzzled. He could see that the house was poorly constructed, easy pickings for him.

No.

He shook his head and trotted off. He’d heard there was an old lady nearby whose house was made of good things to eat.

He’d try there instead.