The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, in a quiet part of the forest, Mother Pig knew it was time for her three little pigs to grow up and live on their own. She lovingly sent them off to build their own houses.

The youngest pig, cheerful and quick, met a man selling straw. "Excuse me, sir, may I buy some straw to build my home?" The man smiled and agreed, and soon the little pig had a cozy straw house.

The middle pig walked a little further and saw a man with sticks. "Pardon me, could I buy some sticks to make my house?" The friendly man said yes, and before long, there was a comfy house made of sticks.

The oldest pig, who was very smart, wanted a strong house. He found a man selling bricks. "Could you please sell me some bricks for my house?" he asked. The man helped him, and soon, a solid brick house stood proudly, complete with shiny windows and a welcoming door.

One evening, under the stars, a hungry wolf appeared, looking for a pig to eat. He found the straw house and shouted, "Little pig! Little pig! Let me in! Let me in!"

"No! No! Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!" the youngest pig called out.

"Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!" roared the wolf. And with a big puff, the straw house fell down, and the little pig ran to his brother's stick house.

The next night, the wolf, still very hungry, came to the stick house. "Little pig! Little pig! Let me in! Let me in!"

"No! No! Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!" the second pig said firmly.

"Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!" the wolf shouted. With a strong blow, the stick house broke apart, and the two pigs hurried to the brick house for safety.

The wise pig let them in and reminded them about the importance of hard work.

On the third night, the big, bad wolf approached the brick house. "Little pig! Little pig! Let me in! Let me in!"

"No! No! Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!" the third pig responded bravely.

"Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!" the wolf threatened.

But the brick house stayed strong and didn’t move, no matter how much the wolf huffed and puffed.

Angry, the wolf looked for another way in. The pigs saw his shadow at the window, then heard noises—the wolf was climbing a tree to get to the chimney!

"Quick!" said the eldest pig. "He's going to come down the chimney!"

They quickly got a big pot, filled it with water, and heated it up. They waited anxiously as the wolf slid down the chimney. He landed in the hot water with a loud splash!

"Ouchie!" he cried, jumping out and running up the chimney, his tail smoking.

The three little pigs breathed a sigh of relief as the wolf ran away into the woods, his tail still hurting.

From then on, the three little pigs lived happily in their strong brick house, safe and sound.