Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who lived with their mother.

They walked down the road and soon saw a man with a wagon full of straw.

“I could build a straw house in a moment,” thought the first little pig.

Then the first little pig said to the man, "Sir, could I have some straw to build a house?" The kind man gave him the straw...

And the first little pig quickly built his house. It was finished so quickly that he lay down contentedly in the shade to take a nap and enjoy the rest of the day.

The other two pigs continued on their way. It wasn’t long before they passed a man with a cart full of sticks. 

“Hmm, I could build a house of sticks,” thought the second little pig. “It will take a little more time than my brother’s house of straw, but it will be a fine house.” 

So the second little pig said to the man, “Please, sir, may I have some sticks so that I may build a house?”

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The kind man gave him the sticks, and the second little pig set about building his house.

He finished the house in a little while and then he, too, lay down contentedly in the shade to take a nap

The third little pig continued on his way. In a little while, he passed a man with a wheelbarrow full of bricks

“Aha, I could build a house of bricks,” thought the third little pig. “It’s true that it will take more work but it will be well worth it.”

“Please, sir, may I have some bricks so that I may build a house?”

The kind man gave him the bricks, and the third little pig set about building his house.

He worked and worked in the hot afternoon sun, taking care to lay each brick just so.

At about this time, a big, bad wolf came trotting down the lane.

He saw the first little pig napping in the shade of his straw house.

“Yum, yum, that pig would make a tasty bite to eat,”

thought the big, bad wolf.

But the little pig saw him coming and ran inside his house of straw, slamming the door behind him.

The little pig breathed a sigh of relief because he remembered that his mother had always said that wolves were not to be trusted.

Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!

Now the big bad wolf knocked at the door and said:

Answered the first little pig.

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down,”

 And he huffed and he puffed, and he blew the house down. As the straw blew everywhere, the first little pig ran away.

Rubbing his stomach and now feeling even hungrier, the big, bad wolf strolled farther down the lane and soon came upon the second little pig napping in the shade of his stick house.

The little pig saw him coming and ran inside his house of sticks.

The big, bad wolf knocked on the door and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.” 

“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin,” answered the second little pig.