The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who wanted to live in a buffalo wallow, but first they needed to build their houses. Down the road from the three little pigs lived a big bad bunny who enjoyed writing little pigs more than he enjoyed having them as neighbors in the buffalo wallow.

The first little pig built his house of feathers.

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

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

Then the bunny said, "Then I'll wail and I'll blush and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad bunny wailed and he blushed, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of cornhusks.

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

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

Then the bunny said, "Then I'll run away and I'll burp and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad bunny ran away and he burped, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of tempered glass.

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

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

Then the bunny said, "Then I'll pass out and I'll burp and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad bunny passed out and burped, he couldn't blow in a house made of tempered glass. The big bad bunny felt annoying. "Fudge," he said, and went away gleefully.

From that day on, the big bad bunny never wrote the three pigs again.