undreds of
ducks--white ducks, black ducks, brown
ducks, big ducks, little baby ducks, and
middle-sized ducks--ducks that said
quack, drakes that said quork, and
ducklings that said queek.

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Little Yellow Wang-lo had to get up very
early every morning to call the ducks
close round the houseboat, and then he
used to feed them; when they had eaten
their breakfasts they all swam away down
the river to look for little fishes,
frogs and other things, and only came
back at night when it was time to have
supper and to go to bed.

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One hot day Fo-Pa, who was a very fat
little man, called little Yellow Wang-lo
and told him to put on his Sunday
clothes, take the little boat and row to
land and sell the ducks in the market;
then he was to buy a pig and bring it
back to be roasted for dinner.

Little Yellow Wang-lo's eyes shone with
excitement at the idea of going on land,
and his mouth watered at the prospect of
roast pork for dinner. So he hurried
into his best coat, hat and shoes, and,
jumping into the boat, rowed quickly to
land.

He soon sold all his fat ducks in one
corner of the market.

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So then he went to another corner where
the pigs were sold, and after looking at
several pigs--black pigs, white pigs,
red pigs, and spotted pigs--he chose a
little black pig that had white feet; he
tied a string to one of its legs and
started off for home.

But the little pig had a will of his
own, and would not go the way little
Yellow Wang-lo wanted. So little Yellow
Wang-lo got a stick and beat the pig,
and the pig began to pull and pull at
the string, and the more little Wang-lo
beat him the more he squealed and the
faster he ran right through the town,
away from the river out into the
country.

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The poor little boy was not used to
running, and he soon got very tired and
hot; but on piggie ran, and at last
little Yellow Wang-lo tripped over a
stone, the string broke, and down he
fell.

Getting up quickly, he saw the little
pig knocking at a little gate, and he
heard it say:

"Let me in, mother; let me in."

And a voice said: "Who's there?"

And the little pig answered: "It's
little Wee-wee come home again."

But the mother said: "How am I to know
it is little Wee-wee? I will open the
gate a little crack, and you must show
me if you have white f