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don lusk
3 little pigs  

One fine day, Mother Pig sent her three eldest piglets out into the world to build homes for themselves and start their own lives.
So, the three little pigs eagerly set off together until they came to a peaceful meadow at the edge of the forest. They decided this would be the perfect location to build their new homes.
                   

The first little pig found a nice plot of land and built a house out of a large pile of straw. The house was a little flimsy, but it was a beautiful golden color.
The second little pig picked a plot nearby and built his house out of twigs and sticks. It was a sturdy little house with a lovely leafy roof.

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The third little pig was younger and smaller than the other two, but he was a very intelligent pig. He knew that a house must be sturdy and strong, so he started with a very solid foundation and built his house out of bricks and mortar with a strong slate roof and brick chimney.

          
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When their houses were completed the three little pigs were very tired, so they settled in for a nap before dinner.
As the pigs napped, the Wolf came strolling along the path. He’d watched the pigs building their homes and was now quite hungry for juicy pork chops, roasted pork loin, and succulent pork sausages.
The Wolf slinked up to the straw house and knocked at the door, saying “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” Terrified, the first little pig replied “No, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”
“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.” And the Wolf took in a big breath and blew the straw house down, and the first little pig ran squealing to the second pig’s house.

Hungrier than ever, the Wolf sidled up to the stick house and knocked at the door, saying “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” Trembling, the second little pig replied “No, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”
“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.” And the Wolf took in a huge breath and tried to blow the stick house down. Now, the stick walls were much stronger than the straw, but the leafy green roof blew away and the wolf scrambled over the wall after the pigs, but they got out the door and ran squealing to the third pig’s house.
Now, hungrier than ever and very confident, the Wolf strolled over to the brick house and knocked at the door. “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” The third little pig replied “No, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”
“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.” And the Wolf took in a gigantic breath and tried to blow the brick house down. But the house was very strong and the walls and roof held steady. The Wolf blew and blew but the brick house didn’t budge. Red-faced and angry, the Wolf scrambled up the wall and squirmed down the chimney after the pigs.
What the Wolf didn’t know is that when the third little pig heard all the noise coming from the other houses, he’d very cleverly built a large fire and placed a kettle of water in the fireplace. When the Wolf slid down the chimney, he landed squarely in the pot of boiling water.  Howling in pain, the Wolf hopped out of the pot, ran out the door, and jumped into the pond.
The three little pigs danced with joy because they were all safe and they all lived happily ever after in the little brick house.
And what finally happened to the wolf? When his scalded fur had cooled, the hungry Wolf slunk away into the forest where he picked up the trail of a little girl in a Red Riding-Hood carrying a basket of goodies…but that’s another story!