but the mother pig
shouted "NO." At last he insisted, and
this time the mother pig roared

"NO!"

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[Illustration]

But little Wang-lo was not afraid, and
said he would just burn down their
house, for he had promised to take a pig
home to his father, and if he could not
take it alive he would take it ready
roasted.

So little Yellow Wang-lo gathered a lot
of sticks and made a hot crackling fire.

When the mother pig and all the little
piglets saw the smoke and flames they
cried out to little Wang-lo to put out
the fire, as they were very sorry and
would come out and tell him some very
good news.

Seeing how angry he was, they all fell
on their knees and said if he would
spare their lives they would show him
where a lot of golden money was buried.

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[Illustration]

They led the way to a field close by,
and the seven little pigs began to grub
in the ground under a tree, and soon
uncovered a heap of shining golden
coins.

Now little Yellow Wang-lo had no pockets
and no bag, so how could he carry away
some of the money? The wise old mother
pig said: "Take off your shirt, little
boy, and tie up the sleeves and make a
bag of it." He quickly did this, and,
thanking the pigs, he ran off home as
fast as he could, stopping at the market
on the way to buy a nice little fat pig
for his father's dinner.

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[Illustration]

When Fo-Pa saw what a lot of money
little Yellow Wang-lo had brought back,
and what a good dinner he was going to
have, he was so pleased that for once he
was quite kind to the little boy. But,
greedy old man, he thought he would like
more gold, so that night when little
Yellow Wang-lo was fast asleep he took a
large sack and crept quietly away to the
land and filled his sack so full he
could hardly lift it. When at last he
got it on his back he tripped and fell
into the deep hole he had made, and the
sack fell on the top of him and
completely filled up the hole, so he
never got out again.

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[Illustration]

Little Yellow Wang-lo lived on in the
houseboat, but as he had plenty of money
he never killed or sold any more ducks,
and as the pigs had been such good
friends to him he never ate Roast Pork
again, but he bought some smart new
clothes.

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Fina