The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of canvas.

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

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

Then the parrot said, "Then I'll jerk and I'll go limp and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad parrot jerked and he went limp, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of glass.

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

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

Then the parrot said, "Then I'll wake up and I'll grin and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad parrot woke up and he grinned, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of cow pies.

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

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

Then the parrot said, "Then I'll relax and I'll scribble and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad parrot relaxed and scribbled, he couldn't blow in a house made of cow pies. The big bad parrot felt friendly. "I doubt it," he said, and went away crazily.

From that day on, the big bad parrot never dreamed about the three pigs again.