“One evening Mother Pig called the children to her as they were playing all over the house. ‘Now piglets,’ she said, ‘your father and I are going out this evening.’ There was a chorus of groans. ‘Not far,’ said Mrs Pig, ‘and I’ve asked a very nice lady to come and look after you.’ “
“The piglets took as long as they could having their baths and made a great many puddles and splashes in the bathroom, but at last Mother Pig got them upstairs.”
“He was putting on his smart shirt which he always wore when they went out. It was dark blue, and Mrs Pig liked him to wear it because she thought it made him look thinner. Unfortunately, the buttons would keep coming undone. So that that everyone always noticed how very tight the shirt had become. Mrs Pig struggled to get it done up.”
“At that moment Mr Pig called through to say that he was quite ready, and with many farewell kisses and hugs for the children Mr and Mrs Pig went out for the evening with light hearts.”
“ ‘The children are just getting into their beds. They sleep in bunk beds, ‘ she explained, and so they did. Two to a bed, head to tail, stacked five beds high.”
“ ‘Would you mind telling me what you are called?’ said Mrs Pig. ‘The children would like to know.’ ‘It’s Mrs Wolf,’ said the babysitter, crossing a pair of dark hairy legs and getting out her knitting.”