He went to the little Pig’s house, and told him how frightened he had been by a great round thing which came down the hill past him.

Then the little Pig said, “Hah!  I frightened you, did I?  I had been to the Fair and bought a butter churn, and when I saw you I got into it, and rolled down the hill.”

Then the Wolf was very angry indeed, and declared he would eat up the little Pig, and that he would get down the chimney after him.

When the little Pig saw what he was about, he hung on the pot full of water, and made up a blazing fire, and, just as the Wolf was coming down, took off the cover of the pot, and in fell the Wolf.  And the little Pig put on the cover again in an instant, boiled him up, and ate him for supper, and lived happy ever after.

TOM THUMB

Long ago, in the merry days of good King Arthur, there lived a ploughman and his wife.  They were very poor, but would have been contented and happy if only they could have had a little child.  One day, having heard of the great fame of the magician Merlin, who was living at the Court of King Arthur, the wife persuaded her husband to go and tell him of their trouble.  Having arrived at the Court, the man besought Merlin with tears in his eyes to give them a child, saying that they would be quite content even though it should be no bigger than his thumb.  Merlin determined to grant the request, and what was the countryman’s astonishment to find when he reached home that his wife had a son, who, wonderful to relate, was no bigger than his father’s thumb!

The parents were now very happy, and the christening of the little fellow took place with great ceremony.  The Fairy Queen, attended by all her company of elves, was present at the feast.  She kissed the little child, and, giving it the name of Tom Thumb, told her fairies to fetch the tailors of her Court, who dressed her little godson according to her orders.  His hat was made of a beautiful oak leaf, his shirt of a fine spider’s web, and his hose and doublet were of thistledown, his stockings were made with the rind of a delicate green apple, and the garters were two of the finest little hairs imaginable, plucked from his mother’s eyebrows, while his shoes were made of the skin of a little mouse.  When he was thus dressed, the Fairy Queen kissed him once more, and, wishing him all good luck, flew off with the fairies to her Court.

As Tom grew older, he became very amusing and full of tricks, so that his mother was afraid to let him out of her sight.  One day, while she was making a batter pudding, Tom stood on the edge of the bowl, with a lighted candle in his hand, so that she might see that the pudding was made properly.  Unfortunately, however, when her back was turned, Tom fell into the bowl, and his mother, not missing him, stirred him up in the pudding, tied it in a cloth, and put it into the pot.  The batter filled Tom’s mouth,