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The Story of the
Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time there were three little pigs,
who left their mummy and daddy 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 folk were 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 disapprovingly, but he refused to listen. Not
quite so lazy, the second little pig went in search of planks of seasoned wood.
"Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!" It took him two days to nail them together. But the third
little pig did not like the wooden house.
"That's not the way to build a house!" he said. "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 went by, and the wisest little pig's house took shape, brick by brick.
From time to time, his brothers visited him, saying with a chuckle.
"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 solid and sturdy. And then I'll come
and play!" he said. "I shall not be foolish like you! For he who laughs last,
laughs longest!"
It was the wisest little pig that found the tracks of a big wolf in the
neighborhood.
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 in the great blast. Excited by his own cleverness, the wolf did not notice
that the little pig had slithered 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 house.
The other little pig greeted his brother, shaking like a leaf.
"I hope this house won't fall down! Let's lean against the door so he can't
break in!"
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. And
not a moment too soon, for the wolf was already 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 was
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 feel hungrier.
"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, stunned by his
fall.
The flames licked his hairy coat and his tail became a flaring torch.
"Never again! 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.
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 good.
Now safe and happy, the wisest little pig called to his brothers. "No more work!
Come on, let's go and play!"
The End
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