Peter Christen Asbjørnsen

“ Then the pig began to gore and bite him, the goose to nip and peck him, the cock upon the roost to crow and chatter; and as for the hare, he was so frightened out of his wits, that he ran about aloft and on the floor, and scratched and scrambled in every corner of the house.
So after a long time the wolf came out.
"Well," said the one who waited for him outside, "neighbourhood makes brotherhood. You must have come into a perfect paradise on bare earth since you stayed so long. ”

“ How can you ever help us to build a house?"
"Oh," said the cock, "that house will never have a clock where there is neither dog nor cock. I am up early, and I wake every one."
"Very true," said the pig; "the morning hour has a golden dower; let him come with us;" for, you must know, piggy was always the soundest sleeper. "Sleep is the biggest thief," he said; "he thinks nothing of stealing half one's life."
So they all set off to the wood as a band and brotherhood, and built the house. The pig hewed the timber, and the sheep drew it home ”

“ I suppose you know that," said the sheep. "They are going to kill and eat you."
"Are they?" said the pig; "well, I hope they'll say grace after meat."
"If you will do as I do," said the sheep, "we'll go off to the wood, build us a house, and set up for ourselves. A home is a home, be it ever so homely." ”