The Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time there were three little pigs who went out into 
the big world to build their homes and seek their fortunes.  The 
first little pig did not like to work at all.  He quickly built 
himself a house of straw.  Then he danced 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 any better 
than his brother.  So the second little pig decided to build a 
quick and easy house of sticks.  Soon it was finished, too.  It was 
not a very strong little house, but at least the work was done.  
Now the second little pig was free to do what he liked.  What he 
liked to do was to play his fiddle and dance.  So while the
first little pig tooted his flute, the second little pig sawed 
away on his fiddle, dancing as he played.  And as he danced he 
sang: "I built my house of sticks, I built my house of twigs.  
With a hey diddle-diddle I play on my fiddle, And dance all kinds 
of jigs." Then off danced the two little pigs down the road 
together to see how their brother was getting along.  The third 
little pig was a sober little pig.  He was building his house of 
bricks.  He did not mind hard work, and he wanted a stout little, 
strong little house, for he knew that in the woods nearby there 
lived a big bad wolf who liked nothing better than to catch 
little pigs and eat them up! So slap, slosh, slap! Away he 
worked, laying bricks and smoothing mortar.  "Ha ha ha!" laughed 
the first little pig, when he saw his brother hard at work.  "Ho 
ho ho!" laughed the second little pig.  "Come down and play with 
us!" he called to the third little pig.  But the busy little pig 
did not pause.  Slap, slosh, slap! Away he worked, laying bricks 
and smoothing mortar between them, as he called down to his
brother: "I build my house of stones.  I build my house of bricks.  
I have no chance to sing and dance, for work and play don't mix." 
"Ho ho ho! Ha ha ha!" laughed the two lazy little pigs, dancing 
along to the tune of the fiddle and the flute.  "You can laugh and 
dance and sing," their busy brother called after them, "but I'll 
be safe and you'll be sorry when the wolf comes to the door!" "Ha 
ha ha! Ho ho ho!" laughed the two little pigs again, and they 
disappeared into the woods singing a merry tune: "Who's afraid of 
the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf? Who's 
afraid of the big bad wolf? Tra la la la!" Just as the first pig 
reached his door, out of the woods popped the big bad wolf! The 
little pig squealed with fright.  "Little pig, little pig, let me 
come in!" cried the big bad 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.  
He blew the little straw house all to pieces! Away raced the 
little pig to his brother's house of sticks.  No sooner was he in 
the door, when knock, knock! There was the big bad wolf! But of 
course, the little pigs would not let him come in.  "I'll fool 
them," said the wolf.  He left the little pig's house.  And he hid 
behind a tree.  Soon the door opened and the two little pigs 
peeked out.  There was no wolf in sight.  "Ha ha ha! Ho ho ho!" 
laughed the two little pigs.  "We fooled him.  "Then they danced 
around the room, singing gaily: "Who's afraid of the big bad 
wolf, the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf? Tra la la la!" Soon 
there came another knock at the door.  It was the big bad wolf 
again, but he had covered himself with a sheepskin, and was 
curled up in a big basket, looking like a little lamb.  "Who's 
there?" called the second little pig.  "I'm a poor little sheep.  
Please open the door and let me in," said the big bad wolf in a 
sweet little voice.  The little pig peeked through a crack of the 
door, and he could see the wolf's big black paws and sharp fangs.  
"Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!" "You can't fool us with 
that sheepskin!" said the second little pig.  "Then I'll huff, and 
I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!" cried the angry old 
wolf.  So he huffed and he puffed and he puffed and he huffed, and 
he blew the little twig house all to pieces! Away raced the two 
little pigs, straight to the third little pig's house of bricks.  
"Don't worry," said the third little pig to his two frightened 
little brothers.  "You are safe here." Soon they were all singing
gaily.  This made the wolf perfectly furious! "Now by the hair of 
my chinny-chin-chin!" he roared, "I'll huff, and I'll puff, and 
I'll blow your house in!" So the big bad wolf huffed and he 
puffed, and he puffed and he huffed, but he could not blow down 
that little house of bricks! How could he get in? At last he 
thought of the chimney! So up he climbed, quietly.  Then with a 
snarl, down he jumped-right into a kettle of boiling water! With 
a yelf of pain he sprang straight up the chimney again, and raced 
away into the woods.  The three little pigs never saw him again, 
and spent their time in the strong little brick house singing and 
dancing merrily.


