The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of bronze.

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

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

Then the skunk said, "Then I'll wait and I'll dawdle and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad skunk waited and he dawdled, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of lath and plaster.

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

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

Then the skunk said, "Then I'll rejoice and I'll shiver and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad skunk rejoiced and he shivered, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of sweat and toil.

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

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

Then the skunk said, "Then I'll wobble and I'll come over and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad skunk wobbled and came over, he couldn't blow in a house made of sweat and toil. The big bad skunk felt distressed. "Gosh darn," he said, and went away sadly.

From that day on, the big bad skunk never defeated the three pigs again.