THE THREE LITTLE PIGS Once there was a mother pig who sent her three little pigs into the world to seek their fortunes. "Now remember, boys," she said. "The first thing each of you must do is build a house to keep yourself safe and warm." Down the road went the first little pig. He met a man with some straw and asked the man to give him a bundle. Then he built himself a little home of straw. Down the road went the second little pig. He met a man with some sticks and asked the man to give him a load. Then he built himself a little house of sticks. The third little pig went on down the road until he met a man with some bricks. "Bricks make a safe, warm house," said the pig. He asked the man to give him a load. Then he built himself a little house of bricks. A big, bad wolf had heard the news that three little pigs had gone out into the world to seek their fortunes. The wolf was hungry. "I'd like to seek my fortune, too," said the wolf. "And a pig for supper is a fine place to start." First, the wolf knocked on the door of the little straw house and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in." "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin," said the pig. "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in," said the wolf. And he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew down the little straw house. But the first little pig ran to the house of sticks built by his brother. Soon the wolf knocked on the door of the little stick house, and said "Little pig, little pig, let me come in." "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin," said the second little pig. "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in," said the wolf. And he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew down the little stick house. This time both little pigs ran to the house of bricks built by their brother. Soon the wolf knocked at the door of the little brick house and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in." "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin," said the third little pig. "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in," said the wolf. So he huffed, and he puffed, but he could not blow the house down. The wolf could see that all this huffing and puffing was not going to get him a pig for supper. The wolf was running out of patience and he was hungry. He climbed up on the roof of the little brick house. When the wolf felt the heat rising up through the chimney, he decided to have cornmeal mush for supper instead of pig. So he went away, and that was the end of the big, bad wolf . . . but not the end of the story. The three little pigs lived a long and happy life in the little brick house, where they were always safe and warm. THE END Return to