Once upon a time, there lived a mother pig with her three little pigs. They were very happy together, but as the little pigs grew bigger, there was not enough room for everyone in their small house. 'My dear children,' said the mother pig one sunny morning, 'it is time for you to go out into the world and build your own homes. Remember: work hard, be clever, and always look out for the Big Bad Wolf!'
The three little pigs hugged their mother goodbye and set off down the winding road, excited for their new adventure. They walked together until they came to a crossroads. 'This is where we must part,' said the oldest pig. 'Let us each find our own way, and may we all build wonderful homes!' They waved goodbye and went in three different directions.
The first little pig walked until he met a man carrying a bundle of golden straw. 'Please, sir, may I have some straw to build a house?' The man gave him the straw, and the first little pig built his house in no time at all. 'All done!' he squealed happily, and spent the rest of the day dancing and playing in the sunshine.
The second little pig met a man with a bundle of sticks. He built his house a bit sturdier than his brother's, with walls of wooden sticks tied together. 'Not bad!' he said proudly, admiring his work. 'Now I can play!' He didn't notice the dark shadows moving in the forest nearby.
The third little pig found a man selling bricks. 'Building with bricks takes time,' the man warned. 'But a brick house will last forever.' The third pig worked day after day, carefully mixing mortar and laying brick upon brick. While his brothers played, he built his strong, sturdy house with a tall chimney.
Soon, the Big Bad Wolf came prowling through the forest. His yellow eyes spotted the straw house, and he licked his lips. 'Little pig, little pig, let me come in!' he growled. 'Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!' cried the first pig. 'Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!' With one mighty breath, the straw house flew apart!
The first little pig ran as fast as he could to his brother's stick house. 'Let me in! The wolf is coming!' The two pigs huddled inside, trembling. Soon they heard heavy footsteps outside. 'Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!' 'Not by the hair on our chinny chin chins!' 'Then I'll huff, and I'll puff...' The wolf took two deep breaths, and down came the stick house!
Both little pigs squealed and ran toward their brother's brick house as fast as their trotters could carry them. 'Quick, let us in!' they cried. The third pig welcomed them inside. 'Don't worry, brothers,' he said calmly, locking the heavy wooden door. 'This house is built to last.' They could hear the wolf's hungry howl getting closer and closer.
'Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!' roared the wolf. 'Not by the hair on our chinny chin chins!' all three pigs shouted bravely. 'Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!' The wolf huffed and puffed. He puffed and huffed. His face turned red. His legs wobbled. But the brick house stood firm. Not a single brick moved!
The wolf spotted the chimney and climbed onto the roof. 'I'll come down the chimney!' But the clever third pig had heard the wolf scrambling above. He hung a big pot of water over the fire and made it boil. When the wolf slid down—SPLASH!—he landed right in the hot water! 'YOWWW!' howled the wolf, leaping out and running far, far away, never to return. The three little pigs danced with joy, and from that day on, they lived together in the strong brick house, safe and happy forever.








