The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of Sheetrock.

Along came the big bad musk-ox, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

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

Then the musk-ox said, "Then I'll stretch and I'll dance and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad musk-ox stretched and she danced, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of chalk.

Along came the big bad musk-ox, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

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

Then the musk-ox said, "Then I'll flush and I'll carry on and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad musk-ox flushed and she carried on, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of buffalo hides.

Along came the big bad musk-ox, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

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

Then the musk-ox said, "Then I'll cheer and I'll nod off and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad musk-ox cheered and nodded off, she couldn't blow in a house made of buffalo hides. The big bad musk-ox felt cautious. "My land," she said, and went away sharply.

From that day on, the big bad musk-ox never grabbed the three pigs again.