The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of chicken feathers.

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

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

Then the flamingo said, "Then I'll bleed and I'll roll and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad flamingo bled and he rolled, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of steel.

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

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

Then the flamingo said, "Then I'll look angry and I'll hide and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad flamingo looked angry and he hid, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of slate.

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

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

Then the flamingo said, "Then I'll gasp and I'll awaken and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad flamingo gasped and awoke, he couldn't blow in a house made of slate. The big bad flamingo felt ungainly. "Shazam," he said, and went away coldly.

From that day on, the big bad flamingo never kicked the three pigs again.