The Three Little Pigs Story

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who lived with their mother. One day she said, “You are big enough now to go out into the world and build homes of your own. Build them well, and be careful of the wolf.”

The first little pig met a man carrying a bundle of straw. “Please, may I have some straw to build a house?” The man gave it to him, and the first little pig built a house of straw very quickly. Then he lay down in the sun.

The second little pig met a man carrying a bundle of sticks. “Please, may I have some sticks to build a house?” The man gave them to him, and the second little pig built a house of sticks. It took a little longer, but not much. Then he went off to play.

The third little pig met a man with a cart full of bricks. “Please, may I have some bricks to build a house?” The man gave them to her, and the third little pig worked all day long, brick after brick, until she had a strong house with a chimney and a big pot by the fire.

Soon the wolf came along and knocked at the house of straw. “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” “No, no, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” “Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!” So he huffed, and he puffed, and the straw house blew away. The first little pig ran as fast as he could to his brother's house of sticks.

The wolf followed and knocked at the house of sticks. “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!” “No, no, not by the hair of our chinny chin chins!” “Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!” So he huffed, and he puffed, and the stick house fell down. The two little pigs ran all the way to their sister's house of bricks.

The wolf came to the house of bricks. “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!” “No, no, not by the hair of our chinny chin chins!” “Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!” So he huffed, and he puffed. And he huffed, and he puffed. And he huffed, and he puffed. But the brick house did not move at all.

The wolf was very cross. He climbed onto the roof to come down the chimney. But the third little pig had a big pot of water bubbling on the fire. The wolf slid down the chimney, landed with his tail in the hot water and shot straight back up again with a loud “OWWW!”

He jumped off the roof and ran away into the forest, and he never bothered the three little pigs again. The first two pigs helped their sister build a bigger brick house, big enough for all three, and they lived there safe and happy ever after.

A year later, winter came to the forest. Snow covered the trees, and the wind blew so hard that it whistled through every crack. Inside the brick house, the three little pigs were warm and cozy by the fire.

Then they heard a small knock at the door. Knock… knock. The first little pig looked through the window. “It's the wolf!” he squealed. But this time the wolf didn't shout. He was shivering, his nose was blue, and his voice was very small.

“Little pigs, little pigs,” he said, “I'm not going to huff or puff. I can't. My den blew away in the storm, and I am so cold.”

The three pigs looked at each other. “He was mean to us,” said the second pig. “Yes,” said the third little pig, thinking hard. “But nobody should be out in the snow tonight.” So she opened the door, just a little. “You can sit by the fire,” she said, “if you promise to be kind.” “I promise,” said the wolf.

The wolf sat by the fire and warmed his paws. The pigs gave him a bowl of soup. In the morning, the storm was over, and the wolf said, “Thank you. I'd like to build a house that won't blow away. Will you show me how?”

So the three little pigs taught the wolf how to build with bricks: one brick, then another, then another. It took all week. And when it was done, the wolf had a strong little house of his own, just down the road. Every winter after that, he brought the pigs a basket of firewood to say thank you.