Once upon a time, in a lush green meadow, there lived a mother pig and her three little piglets. As the piglets grew older, their mother knew it was time for them to make their own way in the world. She called them to her side and said, “My dear children, you are now old enough to build your own homes. Remember to work hard and be wise in your choices.”
The three little pigs set out on their journey, each determined to build the best house they could. They waved goodbye to their mother and ventured into the wide world.
The First Little Pig
The first little pig, who was rather lazy, came across a man carrying a bundle of straw. “That straw would make a quick and easy house,” thought the pig. He purchased the straw and rapidly built a simple house, finishing before sundown. “Now I can play and relax,” he said, feeling quite pleased with himself.
The Second Little Pig
The second little pig, who was somewhat industrious, met a man with a cartload of sticks. “Those sticks would make a sturdy house,” he thought. He bought the sticks and spent a couple of days constructing a cozy cabin. “This will keep me safe and warm,” he said, proud of his handiwork.
The Third Little Pig
The third little pig, who was the wisest and most hardworking of the three, encountered a man selling bricks. “Bricks will make the strongest house of all,” he realized. He purchased the bricks and spent a week carefully building a solid, well-crafted home. “This house will stand against any threat,” he said confidently.
The Big Bad Wolf
Now, in this same forest lived a big, bad wolf with a tremendous appetite for little pigs. He had watched the three little pigs build their houses and decided to pay them a visit.
First, he approached the straw house. “Little pig, little pig, let me come in,” he called.
“Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin,” replied the first little pig.
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” roared the wolf. And with one mighty breath, he blew the straw house to pieces. The first little pig barely escaped, running to his brother’s stick house for safety.
The wolf followed and again demanded entry. “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in.”
“Not by the hair on our chinny chin chins,” they answered in unison.
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” The wolf took a deep breath and blew with all his might. The stick house shook and shuddered, but it took several attempts before it finally collapsed. The two little pigs fled to their brother’s brick house, with the wolf in hot pursuit.
At the brick house, the wolf, now angry and out of breath, wheezed, “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in.”
“Not by the hair on our chinny chin chins,” came the reply from all three pigs.
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” The wolf huffed and puffed with all his might, but the brick house stood firm. He tried again and again, but the house wouldn’t budge.
Frustrated and exhausted, the wolf decided to try one last trick. He climbed onto the roof, intending to enter through the chimney. The third little pig, hearing the wolf’s footsteps, quickly lit a fire in the fireplace and placed a large pot of water over the flames.
The wolf slid down the chimney, landing with a splash in the boiling water. With a howl of pain, he shot back up the chimney and ran away into the forest, never to bother the three little pigs again.
The Moral of the Story
The three little pigs cheered their victory. The first two pigs thanked their brother for his wisdom and hard work. They all agreed that taking time to do things properly was always worth the effort.
From that day forward, they lived together in the brick house, safe and sound. And as for the big bad wolf, he nursed his burns and bruised ego, having learned that sometimes, huffing and puffing just isn’t enough.
And they all lived happily ever after.
The end.
The Tale of the Three Little Pigs