Three Little Pigs

Posted by Dana on Wednesday Jun 16, 2010 Under Fairytales

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Once there was a mother pig who had three little pigs. She did not have enough to keep them, so she sent them out to seek their fortunes.

The first little pig had not gone far when he met a man with a bundle of straw. The little pig said to him, “Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house.”

This the man did, and soon the little pig had built a house with it.

Just after the house was built, along came a wolf. He knocked at the door of the little pig’s house and called, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”

But the little pig answered, “No, no! Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!”

Then the wolf said, “I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!”

So he huffed and he puffed until he blew the house in, and ate up that little pig.

The second little pig had not gone far when he met a man carrying a bundle of sticks on his shoulders.

The little pig said to him, “Please, man, give me those sticks to build me a house.”

This the man did, and soon the little pig had built a house with them.

Just after the house was built, along came the wolf. He knocked at the door of the little pig’s house and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”

But the little pig answered, “No, no! Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!”

Then the wolf said, “I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!”

So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in, and ate up that little pig.

The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks.

The little pig said to him, “Please, man, give me those bricks to build me a house.”

This the man did, and soon the little pig had built a house with them.

Just after the house was built, along came the wolf. He knocked at the door of the little pig’s house and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”

But the little pig answered, “No, no! Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!”

Then the wolf said, “I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!”

So the wolf huffed and he puffed and he puffed and he huffed, and he huffed and he puffed, but he couldn’t blow this third little pig’s house down.

When he found that with all his huffing and puffing he could not blow this little pig’s house down, he said, “Little pig, I know where there is a field of fine turnips.

“Where?” the little pig asked eagerly.

“Over in Mr. Smith’s home field. And if you will be ready tomorrow morning I will call you and we will go together and get some for our dinner.”

“Thank you,” replied the little pig. “I will be ready when you come for me. What time do you want to go?”

“Oh, I’ll come for you at six o’clock.”

Now the little pig rose at five o’clock and was back home with his turnips when about six o’clock the wolf came and said, “Little pig, are you ready?”

“Ready?” exclaimed the little pig. “Why, I have been there and back home again, and I have a fine pot of turnips already cooked for my dinner!”

The wolf was very angry, but thinking that he would be equal to the little pig, he said, “Little pig, I know where there is a very nice apple tree.”

“Where?” the little pig asked eagerly.

“Down at Merry Garden,” replied the wolf. “And if you will not deceive me this time, I will come for you at five o’clock tomorrow morning and we will go down there together and get some nice apples.”

“I will be ready,” replied the little pig.

The little pig got up early the next morning, and was on his way by four o’clock. But this time he had to go much farther, and besides, he had to climb the tree to get the apples. Just as he was ready to jump down, he spied the wolf.

“What, little pig!” said the wolf. “You here before me? Are they nice apples?”

“Oh, yes,” replied the little pig. “Here, I will throw one down for you.”

Now the little pig threw that apple so far that while the wolf was going after it, he jumped down to the ground and ran home with his basket of apples as fast as he was able.

He dashed into the house, slammed the door, and locked it. Then he sat down to rest.

Of course the wolf was again very angry, but the next day he came to the little pig’s house once more and said, “Little pig, there’s a fair over at Shanklin this afternoon. Will you go there with me?”

“Oh, yes,” replied the little pig. “What time shall I expect you?”

“At three,” answered the wolf.

That afternoon the little pig went off before three o’clock, just as usual, got to the fair, bought a butter churn, and was going home with it when he spied the wolf coming.

This time the little pig was terribly frightened. He didn’t know what to do, so he got into the churn to hide. But as he was climbing in, the churn started to roll round and round. Down the hill it rolled, faster and faster, with the little pig still in it. This frightened the wolf so much that he ran home, forgetting all about going to the fair at Shanklin that afternoon.

The next day he went to the little pig’s house again and told him how frightened he had been while going to the fair.

The little pig laughed, and said, “Ha, ha! I frightened you that time! I had gone to the fair and had bought a butter churn there; and when I saw you coming I climbed inside the churn and rolled down the hill.”

Then the wolf was very angry indeed. He vowed that he would eat up that little pig — that he would climb up on the roof of the little pig’s house and go down the chimney after him.

When the little pig heard the wolf on the roof of his house and saw what he was about, he made a blazing fire in his fireplace, filled a big pot with water, and hung it over the fire.

Just as the wolf was coming down the chimney, the little pig lifted the lid off the big pot of boiling water, and in fell the wolf. And then the little pig quickly popped on the cover again, and had the wolf for supper.

And that is how it came about that this little pig lived happily in his snug little brick house ever after.?

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