Part 1: The Little Pigs Set Out
Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who lived with their mama. They were happy little piglets, with curly pink tails and shiny black noses. But one day, their mama said, “My dear piglets, you are growing up. It’s time for you to build your own houses and make your own way in the world.”
The three little pigs were a little scared but very excited! The first little pig, who was a bit lazy, said, “I’m going to build my house out of straw. It will be the easiest and quickest!” The second little pig, who liked to play more than work, said, “I’m going to build my house out of sticks. It will be a little stronger than straw!”
But the third little pig, the wisest of the three, said, “I’m going to build my house out of bricks. It may take longer, but it will be the safest and strongest house of all!”
Part 2: Houses of Straw, Sticks, and Bricks
The first little pig giggled at his brothers. “Why work so hard?” he snorted, gathering big bundles of straw. Within a few hours, his straw house was finished! With a smug grin, he scampered off to play in the sunshine.
The second little pig worked a little harder. He collected a pile of sticks and twigs, weaving them together into a small, rickety house. “There!” he declared, quite pleased with himself. “Good enough!” Then he, too, hurried off to join his brother’s games.
Meanwhile, the third little pig kept working. He carefully laid each brick, mixing strong mortar, and making sure his walls were straight and tall. It took many days, and his brothers teased him for being so slow. But the third little pig didn’t mind. He knew a strong house was worth the effort.
Part 3: The Big Bad Wolf Arrives
The three little pigs played happily for many days, forgetting all about hard work. But they didn’t know that deep in the shadowy forest, a pair of hungry eyes was watching them. The Big Bad Wolf had been searching for a tasty meal, and three plump little pigs seemed like the perfect dinner!
One morning, as the first and second little pigs were skipping through the meadow, a deep voice growled, “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!” The little pigs squealed in fright. They recognized that voice! It was the Big Bad Wolf!
They scampered back to their houses, slamming their doors shut just in time. The Big Bad Wolf pounded on the first little pig’s straw door. “Little pig, little pig, let me in!” he roared, his hot breath whistling through the straw walls.
“Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!” cried the first little pig, his voice trembling.
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!” threatened the wolf.
Part 4: A Hair-Raising Escape
The Big Bad Wolf took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with wicked delight. He huffed, and he puffed, and with one mighty gust, the little straw house flew apart! Straw scattered everywhere like a flurry of golden leaves.
The first little pig squealed in terror, scrambling out the back just as the Big Bad Wolf lunged! With a burst of speed, he raced towards the second little pig’s stick house. His brother, hearing the commotion, flung open the door. The two terrified pigs tumbled inside, slamming the door shut behind them with trembling hooves.
The Big Bad Wolf prowled around the stick house, his mouth watering. “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!” he snarled, pounding on the flimsy door.
“Not by the hair on our chinny chin chins!” squeaked the little pigs, clinging to each other.
The wolf, furious, growled, “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!”
He took another giant breath and blew so hard the stick walls rattled and creaked. With one more powerful gust, the stick house collapsed, sending the terrified little pigs scrambling for safety!
Part 5: A Safe Haven
The two little pigs scurried through the trees, their hearts pounding. They knew the Big Bad Wolf was hot on their heels! Up ahead, through a clearing, they spotted the sturdy brick house of their wise brother.
“Quick!” gasped the first little pig. “He won’t be able to blow this one down!”
They raced to the brick house, dodging behind bushes and leaping over fallen logs. The Big Bad Wolf, not far behind, snarled with frustration. His delicious dinner was getting away! Just as the two little pigs reached the brick door, the wolf lunged forward, his sharp claws outstretched.
The terrified little pigs flung themselves inside, slamming the heavy door shut with a resounding thud! They huddled together, panting, listening as the Big Bad Wolf pounded and raged outside.
“Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!” he howled, shaking the door with all his might. “Not by the hair on our chinny chin chins!” the three little pigs cried out together, their voices a little stronger now.
The Big Bad Wolf huffed and puffed with all his might, but the brick house stood firm.
Part 6: Outsmarting the Wolf
The Big Bad Wolf panted, leaning against the unyielding brick wall. Blowing down houses was exhausting work! He paced back and forth, his sly eyes narrowing. There had to be a way inside…and then it hit him. The chimney!
With a wicked grin, the wolf scrambled onto the roof. He peered down the dark chimney, sniffing the delicious smell of little pigs. “Aha!” he chuckled, his long tongue licking his lips. He squeezed his furry body down the chimney, wriggling and squirming.
Meanwhile, inside the brick house, the three little pigs were starting to relax. They heard the wolf’s frustrated huffing and puffing fade away. “He’s given up!” squeaked the first little pig with relief.
But the third little pig didn’t look so sure. He remembered how clever and determined the Big Bad Wolf could be. Suddenly, a shower of soot fell down the chimney. The little pigs gasped!
“Quick! The fireplace!” cried the third little pig. He’d already set a giant pot of water to boil. The three little pigs scrambled away just as the Big Bad Wolf came tumbling down the chimney with a yelp, landing with a sizzling splash right into the boiling water!
Part 7: A Speedy Retreat
The Big Bad Wolf let out a howl that could be heard all the way across the forest! He scrambled out of the boiling pot, his fur singed and his tail drooping sadly. With a look of terror, he shot back up the chimney, leaving a trail of soot and a very amused trio of little pigs behind.
The wolf burst from the chimney and sprinted into the woods, never looking back. He ran so fast, no one ever saw him again!
The three little pigs cheered and hugged each other. They had learned a very important lesson that day. The first two little pigs apologized to their wise brother for teasing him and promised to work harder from now on. And so, the three little pigs lived together happily ever after in the strong brick house, safe from any Big Bad Wolf.
The End
Moral of the Story: The three little pigs
Hard work and smart choices always pay off in the end. It’s also important to listen to those who are wiser and to learn from our mistakes.
Summary:
Three little pigs build houses of straw, sticks, and bricks. The Big Bad Wolf blows down the first two houses, but the third pig’s strong house protects them. He tries to climb down the chimney but lands in boiling water and runs away. The pigs learn the importance of hard work.
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