The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who lived with their mother in a cosy little home. One day, their mother decided it was time for them to venture out into the world and build homes of their own. She said to them, “Remember, whatever you do, do it the best you can, and always stay safe.”

The three little pigs hugged their mother goodbye and set off on their journey. Along the way, they discussed their plans for building their new homes.

The First Little Pig: The House of Straw

The first little pig was carefree and loved to take things easy. He quickly found a sunny field filled with golden straw and decided it would make the perfect building material. “This will be so quick and easy!” he said to himself. He piled up the straw and tied it together to form walls, then added a simple roof. In no time, his house was complete. Pleased with himself, he sat down to relax and enjoy the day.

But as the first little pig was lounging, a shadow fell over his straw house. It was the Big Bad Wolf! The wolf, who had been watching from the woods, saw the easy-to-destroy house and licked his lips. “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” he called out.

“Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!” the first little pig shouted back.

“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!” growled the wolf. He took a deep breath and blew with all his might. The flimsy straw house collapsed instantly, and the first little pig squealed in fear. He ran as fast as he could to his brother’s house.

The second little pig was slightly more cautious but still not overly concerned. He found a grove of tall trees and thought, “Sticks will make a stronger house than straw, and it won’t take too long to build.” He carefully stacked the sticks, securing them with twine and mud. His house wasn’t fancy, but he was satisfied with his work.

No sooner had he finished his house than his brother came running, shouting, “The wolf blew my house down! Let me in!” The second little pig opened the door and let him in, bolting it shut behind them.

But the Big Bad Wolf wasn’t far behind. He stood outside the stick house and snarled, “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!”

“Not by the hair on our chinny-chin-chins!” the brothers shouted.

“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!” the wolf threatened. He huffed and puffed, and though the stick house was stronger than the straw one, it was no match for the wolf’s mighty breath. With a loud crash, the house collapsed, and the two terrified pigs bolted for safety, heading to their youngest brother’s house.

The third little pig was the most thoughtful and hardworking of the three. He decided to build his house out of bricks, even though it would take a lot of time and effort. He carefully laid each brick, securing them with mortar, and built sturdy walls and a solid roof. When his house was finished, he felt proud of his hard work and safe in his strong home.

When his brothers arrived, panting and scared, he welcomed them inside and locked the door. They told him about the wolf, and the third pig nodded. “Don’t worry,” he said. “This house is strong. He won’t get in.”

Sure enough, the Big Bad Wolf soon appeared outside. He glared at the brick house and shouted, “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!”

“Not by the hair on our chinny-chin-chins!” the three brothers shouted in unison.

“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!” roared the wolf. He took a deep breath and blew with all his might. But the brick house didn’t budge. He tried again, huffing and puffing until he was red in the face, but the sturdy bricks stood firm.

Frustrated and furious, the wolf decided to try another tactic. He climbed up to the roof and looked for a way to sneak inside. He found the chimney and grinned. “I’ll get those pigs yet,” he muttered as he began to climb down.

But the third little pig was clever. He had been keeping an eye on the wolf and quickly stoked a fire in the hearth below the chimney. He placed a large pot of boiling water over the flames.

When the wolf finally reached the bottom of the chimney, he yelped in pain as he plunged into the scalding water. He jumped out and bolted out of the house, howling in defeat. “I’ll never bother these pigs again!” he cried as he ran into the woods, never to be seen again.

The three little pigs hugged each other in relief and joy. The first and second pigs thanked their younger brother for his wisdom and hard work. They realized that shortcuts and laziness could lead to trouble, while effort and careful planning brought safety and success.

From that day on, the three little pigs lived happily together in the sturdy brick house, safe from the Big Bad Wolf and any other dangers that might come their way.

And so, the three little pigs learned the value of hard work, and they lived happily ever after.