20 PIGGY WIG’S HOUSE

Piggy Wig lived in a pen.
He did not like his pen.
Piggy said, “I will build a house.”
So he went to the forest for some wood. On the way he met Peter Rabbit.
“How do you do, Piggy Wig!” said Peter Rabbit. “Where are you going this bright morning?”
“I do not like my pen,” said Piggy Wig.
“I am going to build a house.”
“May I go along and help you?” asked Peter Rabbit.
“What can you do?” asked Piggy Wig.
“Do you see my sharp teeth?
I can gnaw the trees and get the wood for your house,” said Peter Rabbit.
“Then you are the very one I want,” said Piggy Wig. “Come along with me.” They walked along till they met Gray Duck.

“Quack, quack! How do you do, Piggy Wig!” said Gray Duck. “Where are you going this bright morning?”
“I do not like my pen,” said Piggy Wig. “I am going to build a house.”
“May I go along and help you?” asked Gray Duck.
“What can you do?” asked Piggy Wig.
“Do you see my nice flat bill? I can carry mud in it and help to plaster your house,” said Gray Duck.
“Come along with me,” said Piggy. “You are the very one I want.”
Very soon they met White Cock. “Cock-a-doodle-doo! How do you do, Piggy Wig!” said White Cock. “Where are you going this bright morning?”
“I do not like my pen,” said Piggy. “I am going to build a house.”
“May I go along?” asked White Cock.
“What can you do?” asked Piggy. “I can crow in the morning and wake you,” said White Cock. “I will be your clock. Hear me crow. Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
“Very well,” said Piggy Wig. “Come along with me.”
Soon they came to the forest.
Peter Rabbit gnawed the wood.
Piggy Wig nailed the boards.
Gray Duck plastered the house.
And White Cock crowed every morning when it was time to rise.