The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time there was a mother pig who had three sons. One day she told them to seek their fortune, as she had no more food to feed them.

They each went his way.

The first little pig met a man with a bundle of straw and asked, “Please man, can I have some straw to build a house?”

“Sure, but straws do not make strong houses” replied the man.

The little pig built a house of straw in the morning, and sat in the sun for the rest of the day.

The second little pig met a man with a bundle of wooden sticks and asked, “Please man, can I have some sticks to build a house.”

“Sure,” said the man, “but sticks do not make strong houses”.

The second little pig built a house of sticks in the morning, and sat in the sun for the rest of the day.

The third little pig met a man with a cart full of bricks and asked, “Please man, can I have some bricks to build a house?”

“Sure,” said the man, “I’m sure you will build a fine house.”

The third little pig worked for three whole days without rest, and built his house with bricks.

One cold morning along came a hungry wolf and knocked at the straw house.

“Little pig, little pig, let me in.”

“Not by the hair of my chiny, chin, chin,” said the first little pig.

“So I will huff and I will puff and I will blow your house in, “ said the wolf.

And he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in, and he ate the first little pig.

The wolf went then to the house of sticks. He knocked on the door and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me in!”

“Not by the hair of my chiny, chin, chin,” said the second little pig.

“So I will huff and I will puff and I will blow your house in, “ said the wolf.

And he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in, and he ate the second little pig.

 

The wolf went then to the house of bricks. He knocked on the door and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me in!”

“Not by the hair of my chiny, chin, chin,” said the third little pig.

“So I will huff and I will puff and I will blow your house in, “ said the wolf.

And he huffed and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed but he could not blow the house in.

The wolf said: “Little pig, I know where there is a field of delicious sweet potatoes.”

“Where?” asked the pig.

”In Mrs. Smith’s field, and if you will be ready tomorrow morning at six o’clock, we could go together to fetch some.” said the wolf.

“What a good idea,” said the pig, “I will be ready then”.

At six the wolf came, “Are you ready little pig?”

“Ready? I have been there and come back again and got a nice pot full for dinner,” said the pig.

The wolf was very angry but did not want to show. He came up with another idea. “Little pig, I know where there is a nice apple tree with red plump delicious apples.”

“Where?” said the pig.

 

“Down at Merry-garden,” replied the wolf, “and if you do not deceive me I will come for you tomorrow morning at five o’clock.”

“Very well,” said the pig, “I will be ready then”.

The little pig went there at four o’clock and was still up in the tree when he saw the wolf coming, which frightened him very much.

“Little pig, little pig, what! are you here before me? Are there nice apples?” said the wolf.

“Yes, many,” said the little pig, “I will throw you some.”

The little pig started throwing apples far away. As the wolf got distracted collecting apples the little pig got down the tree and ran back home.

The wolf followed the pig home but instead of showing anger he said, “There is a fair today at the town square, would you like to go?”

“Oh yes,” said the pig.

“So meet me there at three in the afternoon,” said the wolf.

The little pig went there 2 hours ahead of the scheduled time but the wolf decided to get there early as well. The pig had bought a butter churn and when he saw the wolf coming up the hill he hid inside. The churn toppled down and rolled down the hill. The wolf got so scared with the rolling churn he went home without even going to the fair.

The next day he went to the pig’s house and told him what happened. The pig said, “Hah, I frightened you then, as that was me inside a butter churn I bought in the fair.”

The wolf was angrier than ever and decided he would eat the pig right then. He began to climb the house to get to the chimney. The little pig realized that the wolf was about to get down the chimney after him. He hung on a pot full of water, and made up a blazing fire. As the wolf was coming down the pig took off the cover and in fell the wolf. The little pig put on the cover again in an instant, boiled him up, ate the wolf for supper, and lived happily ever after.

 

The End