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by Bob Munch
illustrated by She-Lamb McGraw
A wolf held the new piglet and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:
The piglet grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a ten-pound piglet, and he ran all around the house. He rooted up all the wolf's flowers. He ate all the wolf's rabbit stew. And he pooped all over the carpets. Sometimes the wolf would say, "THIS PIG IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!"
But at night time, when that ten-pound- piglet was quiet, she opened the door to his pen in her house, crawled across the floor, looked over at him; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
The little pig grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a fifty- pound pig. And he'd get into the wolf's beef jerky, and eat all the hamburger out of the fridge. And when grandma visited he always bit her tail, then pooped on her cloak. Sometimes the wolf wanted to sell him to the BUTCHER!
But at night time, when he was asleep, she opened the door to his pen, crawled across the floor and looked up at him. If he was really asleep, she picked up that fifty-pound-pig and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
The pig grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a one-hundred-pound pig. He stole all the wolf's beefsteaks. He killed the wolf's chickens and ate them. And when the wolf would say, "Why can't you just eat roots and vegetables like other pigs?" he would go and poop on her bed. Sometimes the wolf felt like GIVING him to the butcher!
But at night time, when that one-hundred-pound pig was asleep, the wolf opened the door to his pen, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of his bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big pig and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
The pig grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a two-hundred-pound pig, too big for the pen in the wolf's house. So the wolf built him a bigger pen in the back yard.
But sometimes on dark nights the wolf left her house and went out to the pig's new pen.
If there was no stirring in the pen, she opened the door, crawled across the floor, and looked up at him. If that great big pig was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
Well, that wolf, she got hungry. She got hungrier and hungrier and hungrier. One day she sharpened her knives, and turned on the oven, then visited her pig and said, "You'd better come in to the house because I'm very hungry and it's time for dinner." So the pig came up to the house. When he came in the door he could see the wolf drooling and smiling. And then he heard the wolf sing the song:
But the wolf couldn't finish because she was too hungry. She pulled a knife from behind her back and lunged at the pig. But the pig was too quick.
The pig grabbed the wolf. He picked her up, held her tight, and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:
Then he chopped her into little bits,
cooked her,
and ate her.
Then he went out to the forest and found a new baby wolf. He grabbed the baby wolf, carried her back to the wolf's house, now his, where he took her in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:
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