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The Three Little Pigs

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Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who wanted to live on a hillside, but first they needed to build their houses. Down the road from the three little pigs lived a big bad porcupine who enjoyed satisfying little pigs more than she enjoyed having them as neighbors on the hillside.

The first little pig built his house of tin.

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Along came the big bad porcupine, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

The first little pig replied, "Not by the hair of my abdomen!

Then the porcupine said, "Then I'll come back and I'll get dizzy and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad porcupine came back and she got dizzy, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of gold bricks.

Along came the big bad porcupine, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

The second little pig replied, "Not by the hair of my throat!

Then the porcupine said, "Then I'll vegetate and I'll cringe and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad porcupine vegetated and she cringed, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of plastic.

Along came the big bad porcupine, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

The third little pig replied, "Not by the hair of my belly!

Then the porcupine said, "Then I'll shrivel and I'll turn blue and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad porcupine shriveled and turned blue, she couldn't blow in a house made of plastic. The big bad porcupine felt ambitious. "Optimum," she said, and went away joyously.

From that day on, the big bad porcupine never satisfied the three pigs again.