The Three Little Pigs
Based on the original fairy tale by Joseph Jacobs
There was once a mother pig who lived with her three little sons. She had always taken care of them, keeping them warm, fed, and happy. But now it was time for the little pigs to make their own way in life. She had taught them everything she could and they were ready to start looking after themselves.
So, one sunny morning, the three little pigs kissed their mother goodbye and set of, each with their belongings in a hanky at the end of a stick they had on their shoulder. They were in search of a place to build their houses.
They walked, and walked, and walked. But the first little pig grew tired very quickly. He found some straw lying about. So he decided to stop there and build his house from the straw. The other pigs didn’t think it was a very good idea. Straw isn’t very strong. But the first little pig didn’t listen. He started building a lovely little house all made of straw.
The other pigs carried on. They walked, and walked, and walked, but the second little pig grew tired. He noticed some wood lying about, and he decided to stay there and make his house from the wood. The other pig didn’t think it was a very good idea. Wood is stronger than straw, but it still isn’t very strong. But the second little pig didn’t listen. He started building a lovely little house all made of wood.
The third little pig carried on. He walked, and walked, and walked and — though he was very tired — he didn’t stop until he found some bricks! Bricks are much stronger than straw and much stronger than wood. In fact, bricks are so strong that the little pig knew he’d be safe. So he carefully built a big, strong house made of bricks.
That night, each of the little pigs was curled up in their houses, warm, dry, and proud of their new homes.
But in the same land, lived a wolf. The wolf had been asleep all day and had woken up very hungry and he could smell pig! The wolf started prowling about the dark night, sniffing the air, till at last he came to a small house made of straw. The wolf licked his lips. He went up to the door and knocked. The first little pig woke up with a fright!
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”
“No, no,” cried the pig, “not by the hair of my chinny chin chin, I will not let you in!”
“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”
And with that the wolf huffed, and he puffed and he blew so hard that the little straw house blew apart, leaving a very scared little pig squealing and running into the darkness!
The wolf didn’t chase the little pig too fast, but he followed him. Maybe he’d find more pigs! The first little pig ran with all his might towards the house of the second little pig and rushed inside. They both bolted the door and hid under the bed, shaking with fright.
Finally there came the knock at the door and the wolf called:
“Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!”
“No, no,” cried the pigs, “not by the hair of my chinny chin chin, I will not let you in!”
“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”
The wolf had noticed that this house was made of wood. And the wolf huffed, and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed and he blew so hard that the little wooden house blew apart, leaving two very scared little pigs squealing and running into the darkness!
The wolf didn’t chase the little pigs too fast. But he followed them, Maybe he’d find even more pigs!
The first little pig and the second little pig ran with all their might towards the house of the third little pig and rushed inside. They bolted the door and hid under the bed, shaking with fright. But the third little pig was not scared. He had built his house with bricks and knew that they were safe.
Finally there came the knock at the door and the wolf called:
“Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!”
“No, no,” cried the pigs, “not by the hair of my chinny chin chin, I will not let you in!”
“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”
The wolf had noticed that this house was made of bricks. And the wolf huffed and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed, and he blew so hard that he went flying backwards and landed on his bottom!
He was not pleased. He could hear the three little pigs laughing inside. So he stood up and he huffed and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed… until he fell over with exhaustion.
Again he could hear the laughter of the little pigs and it made him angry. The pig who built this house was clever, so he would have to be clever too. He quietly crept up the side of the house and started to squeeze himself down the chimney! But the three little pigs heard him as he crawled over the roof and they lit a fire at the bottom of the chimney. They put a large pot of water on it and waited.
The wolf was so big that it took him ages to squeeze down the little chimney and once he finally reached the bottom, he fell directly in to a big pot of water! And that was the end of the wolf!
The three little pigs laughed and laughed. They kept themselves warm by the fire all night and shared wolf soup! Never again would the little pigs build their houses from anything other than bricks!