“I was feeling a little better. But I still didn’t have my cup of sugar. So I went to the next neighbor’s house. The neighbor was the First Little Pig’s bother. He was a little smarter, but nor much. He had built his house of sticks. I rang the bell on the stick house. Nobody answered. I called, “Mr Pig, Mr Pig, are you in?”
He yelled back, “Go away wolf. You can’t come in. I’m shaving the hairs on my chinny chin chin.”