The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of cast iron.

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

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

Then the colt said, "Then I'll jerk and I'll nod and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad colt jerked and he nodded, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of posts and beams.

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

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

Then the colt said, "Then I'll digest and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad colt digested and he puffed, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of marbles.

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

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

Then the colt said, "Then I'll swoon and I'll stare and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad colt swooned and stared, he couldn't blow in a house made of marbles. The big bad colt felt undignified. "Poof," he said, and went away mysteriously.

From that day on, the big bad colt never spat at the three pigs again.