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The Three Little Pigs


What can protect you from a huffing, puffing big bad wolf? A house made of straw? Sticks? Stones? The three little pigs test their building skills and try to outsmart the wolf.


Once upon a time, when pigs could talk and no one had ever heard of bacon, there was an old piggy mother with her three little sons. They had a very pleasant home in the middle of an oak forest and were all just as happy as the day was long, until one sad year there wasn’t enough food for her to feed her family.

 

One day with tears in her eyes, she said, “ I think I must send them out into the wide world to seek their fortune.”

 

She kissed them and the three little pigs set off on their travels, each taking a different road, and carrying a bundle slung on a stick across his shoulder.

 

The first little pig had not gone far when he met a man carrying a bundle of straw, so he said to him, "Please, man, give me that straw so I can build myself a house?"

 

The man was very kind, so he gave him the bundle of straw, and the little pig built a pretty little house with it.

 

As soon as it was finished, and the little pig was thinking of going to bed, a wolf came along. It knocked at the door, and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

 

But the little pig laughed softly, and answered, "No, no, no! Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin."

 

Then said the wolf sternly, "Then I will huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!"

 

So he huffed and he puffed, and he blew his house down, because, you see, it was only made of straw and too light, and when he had blown the house in, he ate up the little pig, and didn’t even leave the tip of his little piggy tail.

 

The second little pig also met a man, and he was carrying a bundle of sticks, so piggy said politely, "Please, kind man, won’t you sell me those sticks so that I can build myself a house?"

 

The man agreed, and piggy set to work to build himself a snug little house before nighttime. It was hardly even finished when the wolf came along, and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

 

"No, no, no! Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin," answered the little pig.

 

“Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!" said the wolf.

 

So he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at last, he blew the house down and gobbled the little pig up.

 

Now, the third little pig met a man with a load of bricks. He said, "Please, man, will you give me those bricks so that I can build myself a house?"

 

So the man gave him the bricks, and the little pig built himself a nice strong little house. As soon as it was finished the wolf came to call, just as he had done to the other little pigs, and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me in!"

 

But the little pig answered, "No, no, no! Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin."

 

"Then," said the wolf, "I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down."

 

Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he huffed, and he puffed; but he could not get the house down. At last, he had no breath left to huff and puff with, so he sat down outside the little pig's house and thought for a while.

 

Soon he called out, "Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips."

 

"Where?" said the little pig.

 

"Behind the farmer's house, three fields away, and if you will be ready tomorrow morning I will call for you, and we can go together and get some breakfast."

"Okay," said the little pig, "I’ll make sure that I am ready. What time do you want to start?"

 

"Be ready at six o'clock," replied the wolf.

 

Well, the wise little pig got up at five o’clock, scampered away to the field, and brought home a huge load of turnips before the wolf came.

 

At six o'clock the wolf came to the little pig's house and said, "Little pig, are you ready?"

 

"Ready!" cried the little pig. "I have already been to the field and I came back ages ago, and now I am busy boiling a pot of turnips for breakfast."

 

The wolf was very angry indeed but he made up his mind to catch the little pig somehow or other, so he told him that he knew where there was a nice apple tree.

 

"Where?" said the little pig.

 

"It’s around the hill at the farm," the wolf said. "So if you promise to play me no tricks, I will come for you tomorrow morning at five o'clock, and we will go there together and get some rosy-cheeked apples."

 

The next morning piggy got up at four o'clock and was off and away long before the wolf came. But the orchard was a long way off, and besides, he had the tree to climb, which is very difficult for a little pig. Before his sack was filled he saw the wolf coming towards him.

 

He was so scared and so frightened when the wolf said, "Little pig, why are you here before me? Are they nice apples?"

 

He replied at once, "Mmm! Very nice! Here’s one for you to taste."

 

So he picked an apple and threw it so far that while the wolf was running to fetch it he had time to jump down and scamper away home.

 

The next day the wolf came again, and told the little pig that there was going to be a fair in town that afternoon, and asked him if he would come with him.

"Oh! yes," said the pig, "I will go with pleasure. What time do you want to start?"

 

"At half-past three," said the wolf.

 

Of course, the little pig started long before the time, went to the fair, and bought a fine large barrel, and was trotting away with the barrel on his back when he saw the wolf coming.

 

He did not know what to do, so he crept into the barrel to hide. Soon it started rolling!

 

Down the hill it went, rolling over and over, with the little pig squeaking inside.

 

The wolf didn’t know what the strange thing rolling down the hill was so he turned tail and ran away home without going to the fair at all.

 

He went to the little pig's house to tell him how frightened of the large round thing which came rolling past him down the hill.

 

"Ha! ha!" laughed the little pig, "so I scared you, did I? I had been to the fair and bought a barrel. When I saw you I got inside it and rolled down the hill."

 

This made the wolf so angry so he said that he would eat up the little pig. He said and that nothing would save him, because he would jump down the chimney.

 

But the clever little pig hung a pot full of water over the fireplace and then made a blazing fire. Just as the wolf was coming down the chimney he took off the lid and in fell the wolf. In a second the little pig had popped the lid on again.

 

And after that, he lived quietly and comfortably for all his days and was never troubled by a wolf again.


QUIZ TIME!

Multiple Choice Questions:

  1. Why did the old piggy mother send her three little sons out into the world?

  • A) They were too noisy

  • B) There wasn’t enough food

  • C) They wanted to see the world

  • D) She was tired of them

  1. What was the first little pig’s house made of?

  • A) Bricks

  • B) Sticks

  • C) Straw

  • D) Stones

  1. What did the wolf say to the first little pig to get him to open the door?

  • A) "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

  • B) "Little pig, little pig, I have some food for you."

  • C) "Little pig, little pig, let's play together."

  • D) "Little pig, little pig, I am your friend."

  1. How did the third little pig outsmart the wolf when he wanted to get the turnips?

  • A) He didn't go to the field

  • B) He went earlier than the wolf

  • C) He asked the wolf to bring the turnips

  • D) He hid the turnips

  1. What did the third little pig do to get rid of the wolf for good?

  • A) Gave him food

  • B) Ran away

  • C) Tricked him into jumping down the chimney into a pot of boiling water

  • D) Asked for help from other animals

Answers:

  1. Answer: B) There wasn’t enough food

  2. Answer: C) Straw

  3. Answer: A) "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

  4. Answer: B) He went earlier than the wolf

  5. Answer: C) Tricked him into jumping down the chimney into a pot of boiling water

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