Once upon a time there were three little pigs, who left
their parents to see the world.
All summer long, they roamed through the woods and over the plains, playing
games and having fun. None were happier than the three little pigs, and they
easily made friends with everyone. Wherever they went, they were given a
warm welcome, but as summer drew to a close, they realized that all drifting
back to their usual jobs, and preparing for winter. Autumn came and it began
to rain. The three little pigs started to feel they needed a real home.
Sadly, they knew that the fun was over now and they must set to work like
the others, or they'd be left in the cold and rain, with no roof over their
heads. They talked about what to do, but each decided for himself. The
laziest little pig said he'd build a straw hut.
"It will only take a day,' he said. The others disagreed.
"It's too fragile," they said but he refused to listen.
Not quite so lazy, the second little pig went in search of planks of
It took him two days to nail them together.
But the third little pig did not like the wooden house.” It takes time,
patience and hard work to build a house that is strong enough to stand up to
wind, rain, and snow, and most of all, protect us from the wolf!"
The days passed, and the wisest little pig's house took shape, brick by
brick. From time to time, his brothers visited him, saying,
"Why are you working so hard? Why don't you come and play?" But the stubborn
bricklayer pig just said "no".
"I shall finish my house first. It must be strong. And then I'll come and
play!" he said.” He who laughs last, laughs longest!"
Now, it was the wisest little pig that found the tracks of a big wolf in the
The little pigs rushed home in alarm. Along came the wolf, scowling fiercely
at the laziest pig's straw hut.
"Come out!" ordered the wolf, his mouth watering. I want to speak to you!"
"I'd rather stay where I am!" replied the little pig in a tiny voice.
"I'll make you come out!" growled the wolf angrily, and puffing out his
chest, he took a very deep breath. Then he blew with all his might, right
onto the house. And all the straw the silly pig had heaped against some thin
poles fell down. Excited by his own cleverness, the wolf did not notice that
the little pig had slipped out from underneath the heap of straw, and was
dashing towards his brother's wooden house. When he realized that the little
pig was escaping, the wolf grew wild with rage.
"Come back!" he roared, trying to catch the pig as he ran into the wooden
"I hope this house won't fall down! Let's lean against the door so he can't
break in!" said the little pig to his brother.
Outside, the wolf could hear the little pigs' words. Starving as he was, at
the idea of a two course meal, he rained blows on the door.
"Open up! Open up! I only want to speak to you!"
Inside, the two brothers wept in fear and did their best to hold the door
fast against the blows. Then the furious wolf braced himself a new effort:
he drew in a really enormous breath, and went ... WHOOOOO! The wooden house
collapsed like a pack of cards.
Luckily, the wisest little pig had been watching the scene from the window
of his own brick house, and he rapidly opened the door to his fleeing
brothers. Soon after, the wolf came hammering furiously on the door. This
time, the wolf had grave doubts. This house had a much more solid air than
the others. He blew once, he blew again and then for a third time but all in
vain. For the house did not budge an inch. The three little pigs watched him
and their fear began to fade. Quite exhausted by his efforts, the wolf
decided to try one of his tricks. He scrambled up a nearby ladder, on to the
roof to have a look at the chimney. However, the wisest little pig had seen
this ploy, and he quickly said.
"Quick! Light the fire!" With his long legs thrust down the chimney, the
wolf was not sure if he should slide down the black hole. It wouldn't be
easy to get in, but the sound of the little pigs' voices below only made him
"I'm dying of hunger! I'm going to try and get down." And he let himself
drop. But landing was rather hot, too hot! The wolf landed in the fire.
The flames licked his hairy coat and his tail became a flaring torch.
“Never again will I go down a chimney" he squealed, as he tried to put out
the flames in his tail. Then he ran away as fast as he could.
Then the three happy little pigs, dancing round and round the yard, began to
sing. "Tra-la-la! Tra-la-la! The wicked black wolf will never come back...!"
From that terrible day on, the wisest little pig's brothers set to work with
a will. In less than no time, up went the two new brick houses. The wolf did
return once to roam in the neighborhood, but when he caught sight of three
chimneys, he remembered the terrible pain of a burnt tail, and he left for
Now safe and happy, the wisest little pig called to his brothers. "No more
work! Come on, let's go and play!"
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