THE THREE LITTLE PIGS
Once upon a time there were three
little pigs.
One day they set out from the
farm where they had been born. They were going out into the world to start new
lives and enjoy any adventures that might come their way.
The first little pig met a man
carrying some straw, and he asked him if he might have some to build himself a
house.
-"Of course, little
pig," said the man.
He gave the little pig a big
bundle of straw, and the little pig built himself a lovely house of golden
straw.
A big bad wolf lived nearby. He
came along and saw the new house and, feeling rather hungry and thinking he
would like to eat a little pig for supper, he called out:
-"Little pig, little pig,
let me come in." To which the little pig replied,
-"No, no, by the hair of my
chinny chin chin, I´ll not let you in!"
So the wolf shouted very crossly,
-"Then I´ll huff and I´ll
puff, Till I blow your house in!"
And he huffed and he puffed, and
he HUFFED and he PUFFED until the house of straw fell in, and the wolf ate the
little pig for his supper that evening.
The second little pig was walking
along the road when he met a man with a load of wood.
-"Please Sir," he said,
"can you let me have some of that wood so that I can build a house?"
-"Of course," said the
man, and he gave him a big pile of wood.
In no time at all, the little pig
had built himself a lovely house.
The next evening, along came the
same wolf. When he saw another little pig, this time in a wooden house, he
called out,
-"Little pig, little pig,
let me come in."
To which the pig replied,
-"No, no, by the hair of my
chinny chin chin, I´ll not let you in!"
So the wolf shouted,
-"Then I´ll huff and I´ll
puff, Till I blow your house in!"
And he huffed and he puffed and
he HUFFED and he PUFFED until the house fell in and the wolf gobbled up the
little pig for his supper.
The third little pig met a man
with a cartload of bricks.
-"Please Sir, can I have
some bricks to build myself a house?" he asked, and when the man had given
him some, he built himself a lovely house with the bricks.
The big bad wolf came along, and
licked his lips as he thought about the third little pig. He called out,
-"Little pig, little pig,
let me come in!"
And the little pig called back,
-"No, no, by the hair of my
chinny chin chin, I´ll not let you in!"
So the wolf shouted,
-"Then I´ll huff and I´ll
puff, Till I blow your house in!"
And the wolf huffed and he
puffed, and he HUFFED and he PUFFED, and he HUFFED again and PUFFED again, but
still the house, which had been so well built with bricks, did The Three Little
Pigs not blow in, no matter how hard the wolf tried.
The wolf went away to think how
he could trick the little pig, and he came back and called through the window
of the brick house,
-"Little pig, there are some
marvellous turnips in the farmer´s field. Shall we go there tomorrow morning at
six o´clock and get some?"
The little pig thought this was a
very good idea, as he was very fond of turnips, but he went at five o´clock,
not six o´clock, and collected all the turnips he needed before the wolf
arrived.
The wolf was furious, but he
thought he would try another trick. He told the little pig about the apples in
the farmer´s orchard, and suggested they both went to get some at five o´clock
the next morning.
The little pig agreed, and went
as before, an hour earlier. But this time the wolf came early too, and arrived
while the little pig was still in the apple tree. The little pig pretended to
be pleased to see him and threw an apple down to the wolf.
While the wolf was picking it up,
the little pig jumped down the tree and got into a barrel. He rolled quickly
clown the hill inside this barrel to his house of bricks and rushed in and
bolted the door.
The wolf was very angry that the
little pig had got the better of him again, and chased him in the barrel back
to his house.
When he got there he climbed on
to the roof, intending to come down the chimney and catch the little pig that
way. The little pig was waiting for him, however, with a large cauldron of
boiling water on the fire.
The wolf came down the chimney
and fell into the cauldron with a big SPLASH, and the little pig quickly put
the lid on it.
The wicked wolf was never seen
again, and the little pig lived happily in his brick house for many many years.
FIN
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