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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 in a tundra, but first they needed to build their houses. Down the road from the three little pigs lived a big bad caribou who enjoyed eating little pigs more than he enjoyed having them as neighbors in the tundra.

The first little pig built his house of seashells.

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

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

Then the caribou said, "Then I'll deal cards and I'll back up and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad caribou dealt cards and he backed up, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of peat moss.

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

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

Then the caribou said, "Then I'll laugh and I'll glare and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad caribou laughed and he glared, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of egg shells.

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

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

Then the caribou said, "Then I'll nod and I'll swallow and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad caribou nodded and swallowed, he couldn't blow in a house made of egg shells. The big bad caribou felt queer. "Holy Smokes," he said, and went away effortlessly.

From that day on, the sociable pigs never saw the big bad caribou again.