Three Little Pigs

      Once upon a time, there were tree little pigs who went out into the world to build their homes and seek fortunes. 

      The first little pig did not like to work at all. He quickly built his house of straw because that was the easiest way. Then he danced off down the road to see how his brothers were getting along. 

      The second little pig was building himself a house, too. He did not like to work either, so he decided to build his house out of sticks. That would be quick and easy. Soon he was finished. The house made of sticks was not very strong, but at least his work was done. Now he was free to play.

      What the second little pig liked to do best was play his fiddle. The first little pig  played his flute while his brother played the fiddle and danced. Then the two went off the down the road to see about their brother.

      The third little pig was the serious one. He was building his house out of bricks. He did not mind working hard, and he wanted his house to be strong. For he knew that in the woods nearby lived a big, bad wolf who liked nothing better that to catch little pigs and eat them! So he worked and worked, putting each and every brick carefully in place.




      The first two little pigs laughed when they saw their brother hard at work. But the third little pig just ignored them and went about building his house. "You can laugh and dance and sing," he called after his brothers. "But I'll be safe and you'll be sorry when the wolf comes to the door!"

      The first pig had just reached his house of straw when the wolf came knocking at his door.
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!" cried the wolf.
"Not by the hair of my chinny- chin- chin!" said the little pig.
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!" roared the wolf.


    And he did. Why, he blew the little straw house all to pieces. 
      The poor little pig ran off to his brother's house made of sticks. But there was the wolf waiting for him. He knew that the pigs would not let him inside, so he disguised himself as a sheep. Luckily the pigs could see through the wolf's disguise. 
"You can't fool us with that sheepskin!" cried the pigs.
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!" yelled the wolf. 
      And he blew the little house of twigs all to pieces!
      The two pigs raced off to their brother's brick house.

      "Don't worry," said the third little pig. "You are safe here."
      Soon they were laughing and singing again. 


      This made the wolf very angry. He huffed and he puffed and he puffed and he huffed. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not blow down that little house of bricks.


      The wolf thought and thought about how he get inside. Ah- ha! He could climb down the chimney. And so he did, right into a bubbling kettle of water that the pigs had hung in the fireplace. 
      With a yelp and a scream, the big, bad wolf flew straight up the chimney and ran off into the woods. The three little pigs never saw him again. They were most content to sing and laugh and dance inside their brother's strong brick house. 

The End