The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, there was a mother pig who had three little pigs. The time had come
for the little pigs to leave home and build their own houses, so mother pig made them
each a packed lunch and waved goodbye from the door as they set off along the path.
The pigs hadn’t been walking for long when they came across a man selling
bundles of straw. The first little pig thought this looked perfect — straw was
cheap, and it would be quick and easy to use as a building material.
“Might I buy some of that straw to build a house?” he asked the man.
“Certainly,” replied the man. The first little pig gathered his armfuls of straw
and began looking for a good place to start building, while the other little pigs
continued along the path. A little further on, there was a woman selling piles
of sticks. The second little pig decided that this was the material for him.
“Could I buy some of those sticks to build my house with?” he asked.
“Of course,” answered the woman, and the second little pig gathered
up the sticks and started to search for the right spot for his house.
The third little pig wasn’t convinced by either of their choices, so he
carried on walking until he found a man pushing a cartload of bricks.
“This is much better,” said the third little pig to himself, and he approached the
man with the cart. “May I buy some of these bricks so that I can build a house,
please?” he asked the man very politely, just as his mother had taught him.
“You can. I’ll even help you to unload them, if you’d like,” the man said to the
third little pig, who was only too happy to accept. The bricks were very heavy.
All three little pigs set to work building their houses. By midday, the
first little pig had completely finished his house, and the second little pig
finished his soon afterwards. They sat on the grass to eat their lunch, and
then they decided to go and see how their brother was getting along.
The third little pig was barely even halfway through building his house, and
it was clear that building with bricks was a lot of hard work. The other two
pigs laughed smugly to themselves and went off to play on the swings, while
the third little pig carried on building. It was getting dark when the third little
pig finally finished his house, but he was very pleased with his work.

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 The Three Little Pigs
A few days later, a hungry wolf came creeping along the path
where the pigs had built their houses. He stopped at the first house,
which was made of straw, and knocked on the door.
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” he called.
“Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!” replied the first
little pig with much more confidence than he felt.
“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” bellowed the wolf, and in
one mighty breath he blew the straw house down. The first little pig squealed in terror
and sprinted to the second little pig’s house as fast as his trotters would carry him.
The wolf approached the second little pig’s wooden house.
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”
“Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!” shouted the second little
pig in a trembling voice, as the first little pig hid behind the sofa.
“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” boomed the
wolf. The wolf had to work a little bit harder this time, but soon his
powerful breaths brought the house of sticks tumbling down. Screeching
with fear, the two little pigs scampered to the third little pig’s house.
The third little pig rolled his eyes when he saw his brothers approaching, but he
let them both in. He had only just closed the door when the wolf appeared.
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”
“Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!” chuckled the third little pig.
“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” roared the wolf.
The first little pig and the second little pig hid under the table and closed their
eyes. But no matter how hard the wolf blew, the brick house wouldn’t budge.
In the end, the wolf was completely out of breath, so he said to himself “I’ll just
have to find another way in,” and he scrambled up the side of the house.
“He’s on the roof!” cried the third little pig. “Help me with this!” Together,
the three little pigs carried a huge pot of water over to the fireplace, where it
began to boil. They held their breath as they listened to the wolf slowly sneaking
down the chimney. Suddenly, there was a splash and the wolf let out a terrible
howl. He leapt back up the chimney and ran away clutching his tail.
The next day, the third little pig helped his brothers to rebuild their
own houses out of brick, and they all lived happily ever after.

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