“I think so, too,” spoke the pig lady, and so she bought a bonnet with a lot of flowers on it that looked as real as those which grow in the woods and fields.  Then Pinky and her mamma started for home, Mrs. Twistytail wearing her new bonnet.

“We’ll take the short cut through the woods,” said the pig lady when they had alighted from the trolley car on which a nice toad gentleman was the conductor, because he could hop on and off so quickly, and not step on any one’s toes.

So through the woods went Mrs. Twistytail and Pinky, and they had not gone very far when, just as they got to the wolf’s hollow log den out of which Mr. Twistytail’s hat rolled that day, up sprang the bad, impolite old animal himself and grabbed the pig lady and her little daughter.

“Ah, ha!  Now I have you!” cried the wolf.  “Your husband got away from me, Mrs. Twistytail, but I have you, and you can’t get away, and I have Pinky, too!” and he held them both tightly, in his paws.

“Oh, please let us go!” begged Pinky.

“No,” growled the wolf, sticking out his red tongue because he was so hungry.

“Oh, do!” pleaded Mrs. Twistytail.  “I’ll give you all the money I have left from shopping if you’ll let us go.”

“No!  No!” answered the wolf, more growlier than before.  “You have none left.  Besides money is no good to me—­I can’t eat money!”

“Oh, mercy!” cried Pinky.  “Are you going to eat us?”

“Indeed I am,” said the wolf, smacking his jaws, and then Pinky and her mamma tried as hard as they could to get away from the wolf, but they could not.  Holding them tightly in his paws, the wolf started for his den, and, seeing Mrs. Twistytail’s new bonnet, he took it off her head, roughly like, and said: 

“And I can’t eat this!  I guess I’ll throw that away, as I did your husband’s hat.  But no one will see it and come to rescue you as they did him.”

“Oh, my lovely new bonnet!” cried Mrs. Twistytail, and Pinky felt so badly that she cried.  But you just wait a minute and see what happens to that bad old wolf.

The wolf was just going to toss the bonnet, all covered with almost real flowers as it was, away up in a tree and just about to carry the pig lady and Pinky down into his den, when, all at once, there was a buzzing sound in the air and a voice cried: 

“Ah, ha!  Here are some flowers.  Now we can get some honey!”

“Indeed we can,” said another voice up in the air.  “It is rather late for such blossoms, but I am glad we saw them in time.  Come on, now, everybody, get the honey!”

And with that a whole swarm of stingery honey bees flew down from the sky toward Mrs. Twistytail’s flowered bonnet that the wolf held in his paw.  You see, the bees thought the flowers were real and that they could gather honey from them.

And then, just as Pinky saw the bees, she had an idea and she cried out: 

“Oh, dear little bees!  That is my mamma’s new bonnet, and the wolf has caught us.  Please sting him and make him let us go!”