The three little pigs story

The three little pigs 

Once upon a time, there was a mother pig who lived on a farm with her three little piglets, in a warm and comfortable sty. They were very happy together and got on very well all the other animals. The farmer gave them plenty to eat. He filled up their trough twice a day with as many turnips and juicy apple's as they cloud manage. As you may know, pigs are very fond of their food, so it came as no surprise when the little pigs grew too large for the farmyard.

Mother pig gazed at them with pride, "you have grown so big now, that you must go out into the world and build new houses for yourselves."

As they waved goodbye, their mother gave them some good advice. "Always remember," she said with a tear in her eye, "to beware of the Big Bad wolf." So, off the three little pigs went, singing and whistling down the road. Before very long, they came to a stack of straw. "It must be my lucky day," chuckled the first Little pig. "I shall build my house with straw, right on this very spot!" Quickly, he gathered up the straw - and in next to no time he had built himself a little house.

The second little pig trotted on until he came to a wood. "How very fortunate i am," giggled the second little pig. "Shall build my house with sticks. This is a good place to live, and i shan't have to carry them far." So, he set to work and soon had a fine wooden house, with windows and doors and even a wooden chimney. The second little pig felt quite safe from the big bad wolf, so he settled down to eat his dinner.

Now, the third little pig was much wiser than the other two. He planned to build his house of bricks - and had brought along the tools to do the job. He worked very hard for a long time before his house was finished and he was safe inside. All this time, the big bad wolf had been keeping his eye on the three little pigs. Sure enough, one dreadful day, the big bad wolf came knocking on the first Little pig's door and said, "Little pig, little pig, can i come in?" Not by the hair on my chinny, chin chin, you cannot come in," squealed the first little pig. "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down," said the wolf. So he huffed and he puffed, and in on time at all the strew house had blown away - and the wolf gobbled up the first little pig.

Next day, the wolf went to see where the second little pig lived. It didn't take him long to find the house made of sticks. When the second little pig heard the wolf coming, he hurried inside and locked the door. the Big Bad wolf banged on the door and cried, "little pig, little pig, can I come in? "Not by the hair on my chinny, chin chin, you cannot come in," squealed the second little pig. "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down," said the wolf. So he huffed and he puffed, and in no time at all the stick house just fell to pieces - and the wolf gobbled up the second little pig.

It wasn't very long before the wolf found the brick house built by the third little pig. He marched up the path and banged on the door, "little pig, little pig, can I come in?" Not by the hair on my chinny, chin chin, you cannot come in," squealed the third little pig. "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down m," said the wolf. So he huffed and he puffed - but the brick house did not fall down. The furious wolf ran at the house and banged and kicked the walls, trying to knock them down. But still the brick house did not fall in. So the wolf had to give up and go home. "I haven't seen the last of him," the little pig thought to himself. And, of course, he was right.

That crafty wolf made his mind up to trick the last little pig and make a tasty meal of him. So the very next day the wolf shouted through the little pig's window, "come with me tomorrow morning at six o'clock and we will dig some turnips for ourselves from the farmer's field." But, the clever little pig got up and hour early, and when wolf called for him, he was Beck safe inside his brick house, eating the turnips. Then, the wolf said, "meet me at five tomorrow morning and we can pick apple's together from that tree over there." 

At four the next morning, the little pig climbed the tree to pick apples. But just as he reached the top, he saw the wolf waiting underneath - ready to eat him. "There apples are so juicy," called the little pig, throwing one far from the tree. And while the wolf ran for the apple, the clever little pig jumped down and ran all the way home. Still that big bad wolf wouldn't give up. "Come with me to the fair at four this afternoon," he begged the little pig. 

So at two o'clock the third little pig trotted off to the fair to ride on the roundabouts and swings. As he had some money left, he bought himself a butterchurn. On his way home, as he reached the top of the hill, he spied the wolf coming towards him. So he jumped inside the butterchurn. It toppled over and began to roll down the hill. faster and faster it went, until it rolled right over the wolf and knocked him flat. The little pig ran home, shaken, but safe and sound.

Later that night the little pig heard a noise on his roof! It was the big bad wolf! "I am going to climb down your chimney and eat you up," the wolf shouted, as he began to climb down. Quick as he could, the little pig took the lid of a huge pot boiling on his fire. The big bad wolf came sliding down the chimney and fell with a splash straight into the boiling pot. And that, I'm happy to say, was the end of him. But it wasn't the end of the third little pig. He was far too clever for that Big Bad Wolf.