The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of yarn.

Along came the big bad prairie dog, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

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

Then the prairie dog said, "Then I'll suffer and I'll grunt and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad prairie dog suffered and she grunted, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of banana leaves.

Along came the big bad prairie dog, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

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

Then the prairie dog said, "Then I'll fidget and I'll peep and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad prairie dog fidgeted and she peeped, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of Formica.

Along came the big bad prairie dog, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

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

Then the prairie dog said, "Then I'll squint and I'll chatter and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad prairie dog squinted and chattered, she couldn't blow in a house made of Formica. The big bad prairie dog felt pesky. "Diddly bunk," she said, and went away grudgingly.

From that day on, the big bad prairie dog never tricked the three pigs again.