Peter and Patty dashed out and were halfway to Penny's house before the last twig had hit the ground.  Penny urged them in, took one last look at the crooked chimney, crossed her fingers and slammed the door.

"Come out here, now!  I want my breakfast," growled the wolf, not bothering to pretend anymore.

"Not by the hair on our chin-y chin chins," replied Peter, Patty and Penny (her fingers still crossed tightly).

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll bloooooow your house in!" yelled the wolf who blew with all his might, right onto the house.

Nothing happened.
  

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