The picture book is about a pig knocking on the fox's door by mistake, and it's too late to escape. This time is unfortunate, because he obviously can't beat the fox. So the pig tried to make the fox sweat and finally fainted to the ground, so the pig ran home quickly. In the process, the pig took a nice bath, had a big lunch and finally went home with cookies. At this time, You Zhu became lucky, and the fox was the unfortunate one.

One day, a hungry fox was about to go out for lunch. While he was mending his paw, someone knocked at the door.

"Hi, rabbit!" Someone shouted outside the door, "Are you at home?" Rabbit? The fox thought, if there were rabbits here, I would have eaten them for breakfast.

The fox opened the door, and there stood a little fat pig outside. "Oh, I went to the wrong door!" The pig screamed. "ah! Yes, "what does the fox say said. "You found the right place!" He grabbed the pig and dragged it in.

"This is really my lucky day!" The fox shouted, "When did you come to lunch by yourself?" "

The pig struggled and screamed, "Let me go! Let me go! "

"I'm sorry, son," said the fox. "This is no ordinary lunch. This is roast pork-my delicious food! Go to the baking tray now! "

It's no use struggling. "Well," the pig sighed, "it's up to you, but I have something to say." "What is it?" The fox roared. "Well, you know I'm a pig, and the pig is dirty. Don't you want to give me a bath first? Think about it, Mr. Fox. " "Well ..." The fox said to himself, "He is very dirty."

So the fox began to get busy: he picked up branches, made a fire and carried water. Then he gave the pig a good bath. "You are really a scary guy!" Said the pig.

"Well," said the fox, "now you are the cleanest pig in the village. Keep quiet! " "Well," the pig sighed, "you decide. But ... ""But what? " The fox roared. "Well, you know I am a very small pig. Don't you want to feed me and make yourself more enjoyable? Think about it, Mr. Fox. " "Well ..." The fox said to himself, "He is really a little small."

So the fox began to get busy: he picked tomatoes, made macaroni and baked cookies. Then he gave the pig a hearty lunch. "You are a terrible cook!" Said the pig.

"Well," said the fox, "now you are the fattest pig in the village. Give me into the oven! " "Well," the pig sighed, "you decide. But ... ""But, but, but what? " What way did the fox say? "Well, you know, I am a hardworking pig, so my meat is particularly hard. Don't you ever think of giving me a massage first so that I can eat a tender barbecue? Think about it, Mr. Fox. " "Well," said the fox to himself, "a little tender meat certainly suits my taste!"

So the fox began to get busy again: push here first, then pull there. He pinched and knocked the pig from head to toe. "This is really a frightening massage!" Said the pig.

"But," continued the pig, "I've been working really hard these days and my back is stiff. Can you use a little more force, Mr. Fox? Try harder. Oh, okay, okay, now, go hard to the left ... "

"Mr. Fox, where are you?"

However, Mr. Fox can't hear any more-he is too tired to even lift his finger, let alone roast pork! "Poor Mr. Fox," sighed the pig, "he has been busy all day!" Then, the cleanest, fattest and softest pig in the village ran home quickly with the rest of the biscuits.

"What a comfortable bath! What a sumptuous lunch! What a pleasant massage! " The little pig cried and said, "This is really my luckiest day!" " "