English Fairy Tale

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Once upon a time, there was an old mother pig who had three little pigs. She loved them very much but didn’t have enough food for all of them. So, she sent them off to find their own way in the world.

The first little pig was walking along when he met a man carrying a bundle of straw.

"Please," said the little pig, "may I have that straw to build my house?"

The man gave him the straw, and the little pig built a house. It was quick and easy, but it wasn’t very strong. Along came a big, bad wolf. He knocked on the door and said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

"No, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!" replied the pig.

"Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!" growled the wolf. The wolf huffed and puffed, and with one big breath, the straw house fell down. The wolf gobbled up the first little pig.

The second little pig met a man with a bundle of sticks.

"Please," said the little pig, "may I have those sticks to build my house?"  The man gave him the sticks, and the little pig built a house. It was stronger than the straw house, but still not very strong.

Soon, the wolf came along. He knocked on the door and said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

"No, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!" said the pig.

"Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!" growled the wolf. The wolf huffed and puffed, and this time, it took a little longer, but soon the stick house fell down. The wolf gobbled up the second little pig.

The third little pig was the wisest of them all. He met a man carrying bricks.

"Please, sir," said the little pig, "may I have those bricks to build my house?"

The man gave him the bricks, and the little pig carefully built a strong brick house. It took more time and effort, but it was sturdy and safe.

The wolf came to the third little pig’s house and knocked on the door.

"Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!" he said.

"No, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!" replied the little pig.

"Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!" growled the wolf. The wolf huffed and puffed, but no matter how hard he blew, the brick house stood firm. The wolf was very angry, but the wise little pig stayed calm and safe inside. The angry wolf realized that he had to be smart, so he tried to trick the little pig.

"Little Pig," he said, "I know where there’s a field of yummy turnips. Let’s go together tomorrow morning to get some for dinner."

"That sounds nice," said the little pig. "What time?"

"Six o'clock," said the wolf. But the clever little pig got up at five o’clock, picked the turnips, and was back home before the wolf arrived. When the wolf came at six, he was upset.

"Little Pig, I know where there’s a delicious apple tree," said the wolf. "Let’s go together tomorrow morning."

"Okay," said the pig. "What time?"

"Five o’clock," said the wolf. But the wise little pig woke up at four o’clock, picked the apples, and was on his way home when he saw the wolf coming. So he hid in the trees and threw an apple far away.  The wolf was very angry and thought the apple was the pig.  So while the wolf chased the apple, the pig ran home.

The wolf tried one more trick. "Little Pig," he said, "there’s a fair in town today. Let’s go together."

"That sounds fun," said the pig. "What time?"

"Three o’clock," said the wolf. But the clever little pig went early and bought a butter churn at the fair. On his way home, he saw the wolf coming and quickly hid inside the butter churn. The churn rolled down the hill, scaring the wolf so much that he ran away.

Later, the wolf told the pig how frightened he was by a big round thing that rolled past him. The pig laughed and said, "That was me! I was inside the butter churn!"

This made the wolf furious. So he shouted, "I’ll come down your chimney and eat you!"

But the wise little pig was ready. He quickly filled a pot with water and made a fire underneath. When the wolf came down the chimney, he fell right into the boiling water! The clever pig put the lid on the pot, and that was the end of the wolf.

From that day on, the little pig lived happily and safely in his strong brick house.

The end.

Source: Brooke, L. Leslie (Leonard Leslie). “The Story of the Three Little Pigs.” Https://Www.gutenberg.org/Files/18155/18155-h/18155-H.htm, 11 Apr. 2006, www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/18155/pg18155-images.html. Accessed 7 Jan. 2024.