“Well, he [the wolf] huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he puffed and he puffed and huffed; but he could not get the house down.”

— Joseph Jacobs , book English Fairy Tales

English Fairy Tales (1890), Preface to English Fairy Tales, The Story of the Three Little Pigs

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British historian 1854–1916

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