"Where?" said the pig.
"Down at Merry Garden," replied the wolf,
"and if you will not deceive me I will come for you, at five o'clock tomorrow and get some apples."
Well, the little pig bustled up the next morning at four o'clock,
and went off for the apples, hoping to get back before the wolf came;
but he had further to go, and had to climb the tree,
so that just as he was coming down from it,
he saw the wolf coming,
which, as you may suppose, frightened him very much.
When the wolf came up he said,
"Little pig, what! Are you here before me? Are they nice apples?"
"Yes, very," said the little pig.
"I will throw you down one."
And he threw it so far, that, while the wolf was gone to pick it up,
the little pig jumped down and ran home.