The following story comes to you from the collection of bedtime stories. Hope you enjoy reading it.
The Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time there was a mother pig who had three
little pigs. As the little pigs grew up, there were more mouths than the mother
pig could feed, so she decided to send the young ones out into the world to
make their fortunes.
One fine morning the three little pigs started out
into the wide world, each along a different road.
The first pig
walked along in the wide world until he met a man with a load of straw.
“Please, Mr.
Man, “said the first little pig.
“give me some straw to build me a little house”.
The man gave
the first little pig some straw, and he built himself a house.
The
first little pig was no more than settled in his straw house when a wicked wolf
came along.
“Little pig,
little pig, let me in, let me in!”
he called.
“Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!” answered
the first little pig.
“If you
don’t,” said the wolf, “I’ll huff and I’ll blow your house in!”
But the first little pig wouldn’t.
So the wolf huffed
and he puffed
and
he blew the house in,
and he ate up the first little pig.
Now the
second little pig walked along in the wide world until he met a man load of
sticks.
“Please, Mr.Man,”said the second little pig, “give me
some stick to build a little house”.
The man gave
the second little pig some sticks, and he built himself a house.
The second
little pig was no more than settled in his house of sticks when along came the
wicked wolf.
“Little pig,
little pig, let me in, let me in!”
he called.
“Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!” answered
the second little pig.
“If you don’t”
said the wolf I’ll blow your house in”
But the second
little pig wouldn’t.
So the wolf
huffed
and he
puffed
and he blew the house in,
and he ate up the second
little pig.
Now the third little pig walked along in the wide
world until he met a man with a load of bricks.
“Please,
Mr.Man,” said the third little pig, “give me some bricks to build a little
house.”
The man gave
the third little pig some bricks, and he built himself a house.
The third
little pig was no more than settled in his house of bricks when along came the
wolf.
“Little pig, little pig, let me in, let me in!”
he called.
“Not by the hair of chinny, chin, chin!” answered the
third little pig.
“If you don’t,
said the wolf, I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”
But the third
little pig wouldn’t.
So the wolf
huffed
and he puffed
and he huffed
but he
couldn’t blow the
house in.
Then the wicked wolf slunk off, muttering to himself,
“Little pig, little pig, I’ll catch you yet!” Soon he was back at the little
pig’s door.
“Little pig,” he called in his friendliest voice, “if
you will meet me in Farmer Brown’s garden at six o’clock tomorrow morning I
will show you where the finest turnips grow.”
The next
morning the little pig got up at five o’clock and hurried to Farmer Brown’s
garden. By the time the wolf came at six, the little pig was safe and sung at
home again, with his turnips on the stove.
So the wicked
wolf slunk off, muttering to himself, “Little pig, little pig, I’ll catch you
yet”. Soon he was back at the little pig’s door.
“Little pig,” he called in his friendliest voice,”if
you will meet me in Farmer Brown’s
orchard at five o’clock tomorrow morning I will show you where the finest
apples are.”
The next
morning the little pig got up at four o’clock and hurried to Farmer Brown’s
orchard. But he was still up in an apple tree when he saw the wolf coming, down
below.
“Ah, so you have found the apples, little pig,”
grinned the wolf, thinking he had trapped the little pig at last.
“Yes, won’t
you try one?”said the little pig, and he threw down a big red apple to the
wolf.
But he threw
it so hard that it rolled down a big hill and the wolf had to go running after
it. While the wolf was running, the little pig scrambled down and ran home with
his basket full.
When
the wolf found he had been fooled the slunk off, muttering to himself, “Little pig, little pig, I’ll catch
you yet. “Soon he was back at the little pig’s door.
“Little pig,” he called, still in his friendliest
voice, “tomorrow there is a fair in the village. If you will meet me there is a
fair in the village. If you will me there at three o’clock I will show you the
best bargains.”
The next day the little pig got to the fair at two
o’clock and bought himself a new butter
churn. He was just starting home with it when he saw the wolf coming up the
road.
The little pig had nowhere else to hide so he jumped
into the churn, and away he went, rolling down the hill toward the wolf.
The wolf was
so frightened that he ran as fast as he could go.
The little pig
in his churn rolled straight on home.
When the
wolf found he had been fooled again he slunk off, muttering worse than ever,
“Little pig, little pig, I’ll catch you this time.” So he climbed up on the
little pig’s roof and called down the chimney, “Now little pig, I am coming down
to eat you up.”
“Oh, are you?”
the little pig called back, and he took the lid off a huge pot of water
bubbling on the fire, just as the wolf jumped down the chimney.
Down tumbled
the wolf right into the boiling water. Then the little pig popped the cover
back onto the pot, and that was the end of wolf.
