3 Little Pigs

Once upon a time, in a peaceful village, there were three little pigs who lived with their mother. One sunny morning, their mother called them together and said, “Children, you are grown up now. It’s time for you to go out into the world and build your own homes. The Big Bad Wolf has been causing trouble in the area, and I want you to be safe.”

The three pigs were excited for the adventure, and each of them set off in a different direction to build their houses.

The First Little Pig: The Straw House

The first little pig was very carefree and loved to take the easy way out. As he walked along the path, he saw a field full of soft straw. “This will be quick and comfortable!” he thought. He gathered the straw and began to build his house, working all afternoon.

The house was light and airy, and it didn’t take much effort. The pig sat down on his straw bed and decided to spend the rest of the day napping in the sun.

But as evening fell, the Big Bad Wolf, who had been wandering through the forest, caught a whiff of the little pig’s scent. He was hungry and looking for a meal. He spotted the straw house in the distance and grinned wickedly.

“Little pig, little pig, let me in!” the wolf called, his voice low and growly.

The first little pig peeked out from the window and shouted, “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!”

The wolf’s eyes glinted with hunger. He took a deep breath and huffed, then puffed, and with a mighty blow, the straw house flew apart in all directions. The first little pig ran as fast as he could to his brother’s house.

The Second Little Pig: The Stick House

The second little pig was a bit more cautious but still not the wisest of the three. As he walked further along the path, he came to a thicket of sturdy, dry sticks. “This should be strong enough,” he thought, and he set to work gathering the sticks to build his house.

The house wasn’t quite as flimsy as straw, but it wasn’t as solid as it should have been. The second pig thought it would be safe enough to rest there for the night, so he settled down inside, feeling proud of his work.

But not long after, the Big Bad Wolf appeared. He was still hungry and more determined than ever to get a pig for dinner. When he saw the stick house, his grin spread wider.

“Little pig, little pig, let me in!” the wolf demanded.

“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” the second little pig called out, just as his brother had.

The wolf’s patience was running thin. He huffed, he puffed, and with a powerful gust, the stick house collapsed into a heap of twigs. The second little pig screamed and dashed off to his brother’s brick house.

The Third Little Pig: The Brick House

The third little pig, who was the smartest and most cautious of the three, had been walking along the road, looking for a place to build his home. He soon found a pile of sturdy bricks in an abandoned quarry. “This will take time,” he thought, “but it will be worth it.”

He spent days carefully laying the bricks, making sure every wall was strong and secure. The house had thick, solid walls and a strong roof. As he worked, he often thought of his brothers and the flimsy houses they had built. He was determined to make sure that his house would keep him safe.

When the brick house was finally finished, the third pig invited his brothers to come stay with him. They were both exhausted from their narrow escapes and gratefully accepted his offer.

The Big Bad Wolf’s Final Attempt

By the time nightfall came, the Big Bad Wolf was getting very angry. His stomach growled, and he was more determined than ever to catch the little pigs. He followed the scent of the pigs all the way to the brick house, where they had all gathered.

“Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!” the wolf called, licking his lips.

The three pigs answered in unison, “Not by the hair of our chinny chin chins!”

The wolf’s eyes burned with fury. He tried to blow down the brick house, but no matter how hard he huffed and puffed, the walls remained solid. His breath grew ragged, but the house still stood firm.

The wolf, thinking he might have better luck through the chimney, climbed up to the roof. “I’ll catch them when they least expect it,” he muttered to himself.

The pigs, hearing him clambering overhead, quickly realized what he was planning. The third little pig, ever the quick thinker, had prepared for this. He stoked a fire in the large stone fireplace. The flames crackled and popped, growing hotter with each passing moment.

When the wolf finally crawled down the chimney, he was met with a scorching surprise. He yelped in pain, his fur singed by the flames. With a howl, he shot back up the chimney and scampered away, never to return.

Happily Ever After

The three little pigs celebrated their victory in the brick house, laughing and playing together. They were safe, and they had learned a valuable lesson about hard work, preparation, and thinking ahead.

The first little pig and the second little pig both decided to rebuild their homes with stronger materials—no more straw or sticks for them. And from that day forward, the three little pigs lived happily ever after, always watching out for the Big Bad Wolf, but never having to worry about him again.