The second little pig, whose name was Blackey, met a man carrying some wood, and he said to him: “Please, mister, will you give me that wood to build a house with?”
The man gave Blackey the wood and he built himself a house with it.
But along came the wolf and knocked at the door of Blackey’s house.
“Little pig, little pig,” he said. “Let me come in.”
“No, no,” replied Blackey in great fright. “Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”
“Then I’ll puff and I’ll huff and I’ll blow your house in.”
So the wolf puffed and he huffed and at last he blew the house in. And away he went with Blackey to his home in the forest.
