Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, an old mother pig had three little piglets. Sadly, she didn’t have enough food to take care of them all, so she sent them out into the world to find their own fortune.

The first pig ventured out and soon met a man carrying a bundle of straw. “Kind sir,” the pig asked, “could you please give me some straw to build my house?” The man kindly gave him the straw, and the pig built himself a cozy little house.

Before long, a big bad wolf came by. He knocked on the door and called out, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”

But the pig firmly replied, “No, no, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!”

“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” growled the wolf. And so he did—he blew with all his might until the straw house collapsed. The frightened little pig scurried away to find his brother.

Meanwhile, the second pig had come across a man carrying a bundle of sticks. “Sir,” he said, “please give me those sticks so I can build a house.” The man agreed, and soon, the pig had a sturdy home made of sticks.

He had just settled in when his younger brother arrived, panting. “The wolf destroyed my house! Let me stay with you!”

“Of course! My house is made of sticks—it’s much stronger,” the second pig reassured him.

Not long after, the big bad wolf arrived at the house of sticks. He knocked and said, “Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!”

“No, no, not by the hair on our chinny chin chins!” the brothers responded.

“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” the wolf snarled.

And so he did—he blew and blew until the house of sticks tumbled down. The two frightened pigs ran as fast as they could to their eldest brother.

The third pig had met a man hauling bricks. “Please, sir,” he asked, “may I have some bricks to build my house?” The man happily gave them to him, and the pig built a strong, sturdy house of bricks.

Just as he was finishing up, his two brothers arrived in a panic. “The wolf destroyed our houses! Can we stay with you?”

“Of course! My house is made of bricks—it’s strong and safe,” the eldest brother assured them. “But we must be ready, as the wolf will surely come here next. Let’s come up with a plan to stop him for good.”

As expected, the big bad wolf arrived shortly after. He stood outside and called, “Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!”

“No, no, not by the hair on our chinny chin chins!” the pigs replied in unison.

“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” the wolf bellowed.

So he huffed and he puffed, again and again, but no matter how hard he tried, the brick house stood firm. Exhausted and furious, the wolf decided to try another trick—he would climb down the chimney and catch the pigs by surprise.

But the clever pigs had already prepared for this! They placed a large pot of water over the fire, and as soon as the wolf slid down the chimney, he landed right into the boiling pot.

With a loud yelp, the wolf leaped out, shrieking, “Ouch, ouch, ouch! You little pigs tricked me! I’ll get you someday!” But he never returned—he was far too frightened of the three clever pigs.

And as for the pigs? They lived happily ever after in their strong brick house, safe and sound.