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The Three Little Pigs
Mrs Pig was very tired: 'Oh dear,' she said to her three little pigs, 'I can’t do this work anymore, I’m afraid you must leave home and make your own way in the world.' So the three little pigs set off.
The first little pig met a man carrying a bundle of straw.
'Excuse me,' said the first little pig politely. 'Would you please sell some of your straw so I can make a house?'
The man readily agreed and the first little pig went off to find a good place to build his house.
The other little pigs carried on along the road and, soon, they met a man carrying a bundle of sticks.
'Excuse me,' said the little pig politely. 'Would you please sell me some sticks so I can build a house?'
The man readily agreed and the little pig said goodbye to his brother.
The third little pig didn’t think much of their ideas:
'I’m going to build myself a much bigger, better, stronger house,' he thought, and he carried off down the road until he met a man with a cart load of bricks.
'Excuse me,' said the third little pig, as politely as his mother had taught him. 'Please can you sell me some bricks so I can build a house?'
'Of course,' said the man. 'Where would you like me to unload them?'
The third little pig looked around and saw a nice patch of ground under a tree.
'Over there,' he pointed.
They all set to work and by nighttime the house of straw and the house of sticks were built but the house of bricks was only just beginning to rise above the ground. The first and second little pigs laughed, they thought their brother was really silly having to work so hard when they had finished.
However, a few days later the brick house was completed and looked very smartwith shiny windows, a neat little chimney and a shiny knocker on the door.
One starlit night, soon after they had settled in, a wolf came out looking for food.
By the light of the moon he espied the first little pig’s house of straw and he sidled up to the door and called:
'Little pig, little pig, let me come in.'
'No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin!' replied the little pig.
'Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!' said the wolf who was a very big, bad, and a greedy sort of wolf.
And he huffed, and he puffed and blew the house in. But the little pig ran away as fast as his trotters could carry him and went to the second little pig’s house to hide.
The next night the wolf was even hungrier and he saw the house of sticks. He crept up to the door and called:
'Little pig, little pig, let me come in.'
'Oh no, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!' said the second little pig, as the first little pig hid trembling under the stairs.
'Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!' said the wolf.
And he huffed, and he puffed and he blew the house in. But the little pigs ran away as fast as their trotters could carry them and went to the third little pig’s house to hide.
'What did I tell you?' said the third little pig. 'It’s important to build houses properly.' But he welcomed them in and they all settled down for the rest of the night.
The following night the wolf was even hungrier and feeling bigger and badder than ever.
Prowling around, he came to the third little pig’s house. He crept up to the door and called:
'Little pig, little pig, let me come in.'
'Oh no, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!' said the third little pig, while the first and the second little pigs hid trembling under the stairs.
'Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!' said the wolf.
And he huffed, and he puffed and he blew but nothing happened.
So he huffed and he puffed and he blew again, even harder, but still nothing happened. The brick house stood firm.
The wolf was very angry and getting even bigger and even badder by the minute.
'I’m going to eat you all,' he growled, 'just you wait and see.'
He prowled round the house trying to find a way in. The little pigs trembled when they saw his big eyes peering through the window. Then they heard a scrambling sound.
'Quick, quick!' said the third little pig. 'He’s climbing the tree. I think he’s going to come down the chimney.'
The three little pigs got the biggest pan they had, and filled it full of water and put it on the fire to boil. All the time they could hear the sound of the wolf climbing the tree and then walking along the roof.
The little pigs held their breath. The wolf was coming down the chimney.
Nearer and nearer he came until, with a tremendous splash, he landed in the pan of water.
'Yoweeeee!' he screamed, and shot back up the chimney thinking his tail was on fire.
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Almost everyone knows the story of The Three Little Pigs – but it’s one of those stories that you can hear again and again. Our audio is based on the version of Joseph Jacobs – in which the wolf huffs and puffs and the pigs exclaim by the hairs of their chiny chin chins.
Read by Natasha. Duration 9.21
There was once a family of pigs. The mother pig was very poor, and so she sent her three little pigs out to seek their fortunes. The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and said to him:
“Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house.
”
Which the man did, and the little pig built a house with it. Presently came along a wolf, and knocked at the door, and said:
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”
To which the pig answered:
“No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin.”
The wolf then answered to that:
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the little pig.
The second little pig met a man with a bundle of furze, and said:
“Please, man, give me that furze to build a house.”
Which the man did, and the pig built his house. Then along came the wolf, and said:
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”
“No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin.”
“Then I’ll puff, and I’ll huff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at last he blew the house down, and he ate up the little pig.
The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said:
“Please, man, give me those bricks to build a house with.
”
So the man gave him the bricks, and he built his house with them. So the wolf came, as he did to the other little pigs, and said:
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”
“No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin.”
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and huffed; but he could not get the house down. When he found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the house down, he said:
“Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips.”
“Where?” said the little pig.
“Oh, in Mr Smith’s Home-field, and if you will be ready tomorrow morning I will call for you, and we will go together, and get some for dinner.”
“Very well,” said the little pig, “I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?”
“Oh, at six o’clock.”
Well, the little pig got up at five, and got the turnips before the wolf came (which he did about six) and who said:
“Little Pig, are you ready?”
The little pig said: “Ready! I have been and come back again, and got a nice potful for dinner.
”
The wolf felt very angry at this, but thought that he would be up to the little pig somehow or other, so he said:
“Little pig, I know where there is a nice apple-tree.”
“Where?” said the pig.
“Down at Merry-garden,” replied the wolf, “and if you will not deceive me I will come for you, at five o’clock tomorrow and get some apples.”
Well, the little pig bustled up the next morning at four o’clock, and went off for the apples, hoping to get back before the wolf came; but he had further to go, and had to climb the tree, so that just as he was coming down from it, he saw the wolf coming, which, as you may suppose, frightened him very much. When the wolf came up he said:
“Little pig, what! Are you here before me? Are they nice apples?”
“Yes, very,” said the little pig. “I will throw you down one.”
And he threw it so far, that, while the wolf was gone to pick it up, the little pig jumped down and ran home. The next day the wolf came again, and said to the little pig:
“Little pig, there is a fair at Shanklin this afternoon, will you go?”
“Oh yes,” said the pig, “I will go; what time shall you be ready?”
“At three,” said the wolf.
So the little pig went off before the time as usual, and got to the fair, and bought a butter-churn, which he was going home with, when he saw the wolf coming. Then he could not tell what to do. So he got into the churn to hide, and by so doing turned it round, and it rolled down the hill with the pig in it, which frightened the wolf so much, that he ran home without going to the fair. He went to the little pig’s house, and told him how frightened he had been by a great round thing which came down the hill past him. Then the little pig said:
“Hah, I frightened you, then. I had been to the fair and bought a butter-churn, and when I saw you, I got into it, and rolled down the hill.”
Then the wolf was very angry indeed, and declared he would eat up the little pig, and that he would get down the chimney after him. When the little pig saw what he was about, he hung on the pot full of water, and made up a blazing fire, and, just as the wolf was coming down, took off the cover, and in fell the wolf; so the little pig put on the cover again in an instant, boiled him up, and ate him for supper, and lived happy ever afterwards.
Once upon a time when pigs spoke rhyme
And monkeys chewed tobacco,
And hens took snuff to make them tough,
And ducks went quack, quack, quack, O!
Three Little Pigs - Mikhalkov S. The Tale of the Three Little Pigs.
A fairy tale about three brothers-piglets who built houses for themselves. One brother built a house out of straw, another out of twigs and twigs, and a third out of bricks.
Once upon a time there were three little pigs in the world. Three brothers. All of the same height, round, pink, with the same cheerful ponytails. Even their names were similar. The piglets were called: Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf.
All summer the piglets tumbled in the green grass, basked in the sun, basked in the puddles. But now autumn has come.
- It's time for us to think about winter, - Naf-Naf once said to his brothers, waking up early in the morning. - I'm shivering from the cold. Let's build a house and winter together under one warm roof.
But his brothers didn't want to take the job.
- We'll make it! Winter is still far away. We'll take a walk, - said Nif-Nif and rolled over his head.
— When necessary, I will build a house for myself, — said Nuf-Nuf and lay down in a puddle.
“Me too,” added Nif-Nif.
- Well, as you wish. Then I will build my own house, - said Naf-Naf.
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were in no hurry. All they did was play their pig games, jump and roll.
“Today we will take a walk,” they said, “and tomorrow morning we will get down to business.
But the next day they said the same thing.
It was getting colder and colder every day. And only when a large puddle by the road began to be covered with a thin crust of ice in the morning, the lazy brothers finally got to work.
Nif-Nif decided that it would be easier and most likely to make a house out of straw. Without consulting anyone, he did just that. By evening, his hut was ready. Nif-Nif put the last straw on the roof and, very pleased with his house, sang merrily:0003
You'll get around half the world,
You'll get around, you'll get around,
You won't find a better home,
You won't find it, you won't find it!
Singing this song, he went to Nuf-Nuf.
Nuf-Nuf, not far away, also built a house for himself. He tried to finish this boring and uninteresting business as soon as possible. At first, like his brother, he wanted to build a house out of straw. But then I decided that it would be very cold in such a house in winter. The house will be stronger and warmer if it is built from branches and thin rods. And so he did. He drove stakes into the ground, intertwined them with rods, heaped dry leaves on the roof, and by evening the house was ready.
Nuf-Nuf proudly walked around him several times and sang:
I have a good house,
A new house, a solid house,
I am not afraid of rain and thunder,
Rain and thunder, rain and thunder!
Before he could finish the song, Nif-Nif ran out from behind a bush.
— Well, your house is ready! - said Nif-Nif to his brother. "I told you we'd get it over with quickly!" Now we are free and can do whatever we want!
— Let's go to Naf-Naf and see what kind of house he has built for himself! - said Nuf-Nuf.
"We haven't seen him in a long time!"
— Let's go see! Nif-Nif agreed.
Naf-Naf has been busy building for several days now. He dragged stones, kneaded clay, and now slowly built himself a reliable, durable house in which one could hide from wind, rain and frost. He made a heavy oak door with a bolt in the house so that the wolf from the neighboring forest could not climb up to him.
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf found their brother at work.
— What are you building? - the surprised Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf shouted in one voice. - What is it, a pig house or a fortress?
- Piglet's home should be a fortress! Naf-Naf calmly answered them, continuing to work.
— Are you going to fight with someone? Nif-Nif grunted merrily and winked at Nuf-Nuf. And both brothers were so merry that their squeals and grunts carried far across the lawn. And Naf-Naf, as if nothing had happened, continued to lay the stone wall of his house, purring a song under his breath:0007 Won't break through that door!
I'm smarter than everyone, of course,
Smarter than everyone, smarter than everyone!
I build a house from stones,
From stones, from stones!
— What animal is he talking about? - Nif-Nif asked Nuf-Nif.
— What animal are you talking about? - Nuf-Nuf asked Naf-Naf.
- I'm talking about the wolf! - answered Naf-Naf and laid another stone.
- Look how afraid he is of the wolf! - said Nif-Nif.
- What kind of wolves can be here? - said Nif-Nif.
- There are no wolves! He's just a coward! - added Nuf-Nuf.
And both of them began to dance and sing:
We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
Gray wolf, gray wolf!
Where do you go, stupid wolf,
Old wolf, dire wolf?
They wanted to tease Naf-Naf, but he didn't even turn around.
- Let's go, Nuf-Nif, - said then Nif-Nif. “We have nothing to do here!
And two brave brothers went for a walk. On the way they sang and danced, and when they entered the forest, they made such a noise that they woke up the wolf, who was sleeping under a pine tree.
— What's that noise? - the angry and hungry wolf grumbled with displeasure and galloped to the place where the squealing and grunting of two small, stupid pigs could be heard.
— Well, what kind of wolves can there be! - said at that time Nif-Nif, who saw wolves only in pictures.
- Here we will grab him by the nose, he will know! added Nuf-Nuf, who also had never seen a live wolf.
- Let's knock down, and even tie, and even with a foot like this, like this! Nif-Nif boasted.
And suddenly they saw a real live wolf! He stood behind a large tree, and he had such a terrible look, such evil eyes and such a toothy mouth that Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf had a chill running down their backs and thin tails trembled finely. The poor pigs couldn't even move for fear.
The wolf got ready to jump, snapped his teeth, blinked his right eye, but the piglets suddenly came to their senses and, squealing throughout the forest, rushed to their heels.
They have never run so fast! Flashing with their heels and raising clouds of dust, they each rushed to their home.
Nif-Nif was the first to reach his thatched hut and barely managed to slam the door in front of the wolf's very nose.
— Unlock the door now! the wolf growled. “Or else I’ll break it!”
— No, — grunted Nif-Nif, — I won't unlock it!
The breath of a terrible beast was heard outside the door.
— Unlock the door now! the wolf growled again. “Otherwise I’ll blow so hard that your whole house will fly apart!”
But Nif-Nif, out of fear, could no longer answer anything.
Then the wolf began to blow: “F-f-f-w-w-w!” Straws flew from the roof of the house, the walls of the house shook. The wolf took another deep breath and blew a second time: “F-f-f-u-u-u-u!”. When the wolf blew for the third time, the house was blown in all directions, as if it had been hit by a hurricane.
The wolf snapped his teeth in front of the little piglet's snout, but Nif-Nif deftly dodged and rushed to run. A minute later he was already at the door of Nuf-Nuf.
As soon as the brothers had locked themselves in, they heard the wolf's voice:
— Well, now I'll eat you both!
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf looked at each other in fear.
But the wolf was very tired and therefore decided to go for a trick.
- I changed my mind! he said so loudly that he could be heard in the house. “I won’t eat those skinny piglets!” I'll go home!
Did you hear? - Nif-Nif asked Nuf-Nif. He said he won't eat us! We are skinny!
- This is very good! - Nuf-Nuf said and immediately stopped trembling.
The brothers became merry and sang as if nothing had happened:
We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
Gray wolf, gray wolf!
Where do you go, stupid wolf,
Old wolf, dire wolf?
But the wolf didn't even think of leaving. He just stepped aside and hunkered down. He had a hard time keeping himself from laughing.
— How cleverly I deceived two stupid little pigs!
When the pigs were completely calm, the wolf took the sheep's skin and cautiously crept up to the house. At the door, he covered himself with skin and knocked softly.
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were very frightened.
- Who's there? they asked, their tails shaking again.
- It's me, poor little sheep! the wolf squeaked in a thin, alien voice. - Let me spend the night, I strayed from the herd and very, very tired!
- You can let the sheep go! Nuf-Nuf agreed. - A sheep is not a wolf!
But when the pigs opened the door, they saw not a sheep, but the same toothy wolf. The brothers slammed the door and leaned on it with all their might so that the terrible beast could not break into them.
The wolf got very angry. He failed to outsmart the pigs! He threw off his sheepskin and growled:
— Well, wait a minute! There will be nothing left of this house!
And he began to blow. The house leaned a little. The wolf blew a second, then a third, then a fourth time. Leaves flew off the roof, the walls shook, but the house still stood. And, only when the wolf blew for the fifth time, the house staggered and collapsed.
The door alone stood for some time in the middle of the ruins.
In horror, the pigs rushed to run. Their legs were paralyzed with fear, every bristle trembled, their noses were dry. The brothers rushed to the house of Naf-Naf.
The wolf caught up with them with huge leaps. Once he almost grabbed Nif-Nif by the hind leg, but he pulled it back in time and added speed.
The wolf also pressed on. He was sure that this time the piglets would not run away from him.
But he was out of luck again. The piglets quickly rushed past a large apple tree without even hitting it. But the wolf did not have time to turn and ran into an apple tree, which showered him with apples. One hard apple hit him between the eyes. A large lump jumped up on the wolf's forehead.
And Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf, neither alive nor dead, ran up to Naf-Naf's house at that time. The brother let them into the house and quickly bolted the door.
The poor piglets were so frightened that they could not say anything. They silently rushed under the bed and hid there.
Naf-Naf immediately guessed that a wolf was chasing them. But he had nothing to fear in his stone house. He quickly bolted the door, sat down on a stool and sang:
No animal in the world,
Cunning animal, terrible animal,0007 Will not open this door,
This door, this door!
But just then there was a knock on the door.
- Open without talking! came the rough voice of the wolf.
- No matter how! And don't think! - Naf-Naf answered in a firm voice.
— Oh, yes! Well, hold on! Now I'll eat all three!
- Try it! - answered Naf-Naf from behind the door, not even getting up from his stool. He knew that he and his brothers had nothing to fear in a solid stone house. Then the wolf sucked in more air and blew as best he could!
But no matter how much he blew, not even the smallest stone moved. The wolf turned blue from the effort. The house stood like a fortress. Then the wolf began to shake the door. But the door didn't budge either.
The wolf, out of anger, began to scratch the walls of the house with his claws and gnaw the stones from which they were built, but he only broke off his claws and ruined his teeth. The hungry and angry wolf had no choice but to get out.
But then he raised his head and suddenly noticed a large, wide chimney on the roof.
- Yeah! Through this pipe I will make my way into the house! the wolf rejoiced.
He carefully climbed onto the roof and listened. The house was quiet.
I'm still going to eat some fresh pig today! - thought the wolf and, licking his lips, climbed into the pipe.
But as soon as he began to descend the pipe, the piglets heard a rustle. And when soot began to pour on the roof of the boiler, smart Naf-Naf immediately guessed what was the matter. He quickly rushed to the cauldron, in which water was boiling on the fire, and tore off the lid from it.
- Welcome! - said Naf-Naf and winked at his brothers.
The piglets did not have to wait long.
Black as a chimney sweep, the wolf flopped right into the cauldron.
His eyes popped out on his forehead, all his hair stood on end.
With a wild roar, the scalded wolf flew back onto the roof, rolled down it to the ground, rolled over its head four times, and rushed into the forest.
And the three brothers, the three little pigs, looked after him and rejoiced that they had so cleverly taught the evil robber a lesson.
No animal in the world,
Won't open this door,
Cunning, scary, scary beast,
Won't open this door!
You will go around half the world,
You will go around, you will go around,
You will not find a better home,
You will not find it, you will not find it!
The wolf from the forest never,
Never, never
Will not come back to us here,
To us here, to us here!
Since then, the brothers began to live together, under one roof.
Illustrator Konstantin Rotov
| 08:42 pm [Link] | A fairy tale about a wolf and three pigs A fairy tale about a wolf and three pigs
In the same forest lived three pigs and a gray wolf. The wolf was poor. He did not have a home, he slept in the forest on the ground, and from the rain he hid under the trees. He did not even have a heel to buy himself something to eat, so he was forced to steal food from the peasants from the neighboring village. But autumn has come. Who is there? asked Nif-Nif. - It's me, the poor gray wolf. I do not have anywhere to live. Let me sleep. I can sleep even on straw, even on the floor; even in the kitchen, even in the hallway. — What will you give me if I let you in? — I have nothing, but I can cook and wash dishes, and I will protect you. “I don't need housewives or guards,” snapped the piglet, and the poor wolf took a deep breath and went away. As soon as the wolf left, the piglet went to the kitchen and took out of the oven delicious hot chestnuts, which he put in the oven half an hour ago. The unfortunate Nif-Nif went to his brother Nuf-Nuf, who lived nearby in a wooden house. — What happened? – asked Nuf-Nuf. “My house, my pretty house,” sobbed Nif-Nif. - What happened to your house? Nif-Nif was ashamed to admit that he burned down his house, so he said: — It was blown away by a terrible gray wolf. He wanted to eat me! Then Nuf-Nuf took pity on his brother and let him in. Suddenly someone knocked. - It's a gray wolf! Nif-Nif squealed in fear. Who is there? – asked Nuf-Nuf. - It's me, me, poor little sheep! - they answered outside the door, - I strayed from the herd, let me spend the night! — How can you prove that you are not a wolf? the piglets asked. - My voice is thin, but the wolf's is thick. - You can shoe a voice at a blacksmith. — Let me put my hand through the window and you will see how white it is. - Or maybe it's just sprinkled with flour. We won't let you in! Go away! And the poor sheep had no choice but to go in search of her flock.
A few days later, severe frosts hit, and the wolf decided to try his luck with the older pig, Naf-Naf. Maybe he will let him into his stone house. “One time he even almost grabbed my hind leg,” said Nif-Nif, “but I pulled it back in time and added speed. - The wolf would have caught up with us, - added Nuf-Nuf, - but we rushed past a large apple tree, without even hitting it, and the wolf crashed right into the apple tree! One apple fell between his eyes! A big bump popped up on his forehead! So he needs it, the evil wolf! “Let him show up here at least once, I'll punch him in the nose!” boasted Nif-Nif. - I'll hit him in the eye! - picked up Nuf-Nuf. - Let the wolf be afraid of us! exclaimed both brothers. Just then the doorbell rang. Who is there? asked Naf-Naf. - It's me, the gray wolf. I'm completely cold. I have nowhere to sleep. Let me sleep! Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf squealed as if stabbed to death and rushed under the bed. And Naf-Naf answered in a calm voice: — All right, I'll let you in. Only if I open the door, the blizzard will burst into my cozy little house. So climb through the pipe. The wolf climbed onto the roof - what else could he do? - and climbed into the pipe. And Naf-Naf had a pot of boiling water on the fire. He opened the lid, and the wolf fell right into the boiling water! His eyes popped into his forehead, his fur stood on end, he jumped out of the boiler into the room, broke the window and rushed into the street. He ran into the forest and rushed into a snowdrift to cool down. But this fairy tale ends well. The scalded wolf was found by a flock of sheep. Sheep took pity on him, warmed him, fed him, shared with him their clothes, white and warm. And the wolf spent the whole winter with the sheep, guarding their herd from forest robbers. And in the spring he left them, because wolves do not live with sheep. He built himself a small hut in the depths of the forest, and began to live far away from any piglets. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The piglets were very rich. One is richer than the other! Together they owned one very large bank. Each piglet had its own home. The youngest, Nif-Nif, had a very luxurious house, decorated with straw. The middle one, Nuf-Nuf, had a house made of expensive oak, brought specially from India. And the eldest, the richest pig, had not a house, but a real castle: with turrets, a garden and its own lake near the house. Even his brothers laughed at him: “What are you building? Home for a pig or a fortress? You would have dug a moat with water and built a drawbridge!” To which Naf-Naf answered with dignity: “A home for a piglet should be a fortress!” 
The poor wolf had nothing to wear except his old, holey sheepskin coat. And so, when the puddles began to be covered with a thin crust of ice, the wolf decided to ask the piglets for lodging for the night. He came to Nif-Nif and knocked. 
One coal fell out of the stove, but Nif-Nif did not notice this and went into the room to eat chestnuts. Soon the ember caught fire and started a fire! The whole house burst into flames in one moment, like a bundle of straw! Fortunately, Nif-Nif was able to jump out of the house, just before the roof collapsed. 
At that time, Naf-Naf was visiting Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf. It was dark, a blizzard howled outside the window. The piglets sat by the fireplace and told scary stories to each other. Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf told how a gray wolf chased them on the way to Naf-Naf. 
As in cartoons about Tom and Jerry, it seems that you should feel sorry for the mouse, but it seems that it is she who is mocking the cat. 
