The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of rock.

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

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

Then the mare said, "Then I'll fidget and I'll giggle and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad mare fidgeted and she giggled, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of tempered glass.

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

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

Then the mare said, "Then I'll meditate and I'll leer and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad mare meditated and she leered, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of sawdust.

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

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

Then the mare said, "Then I'll creep and I'll get rigid and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad mare crept and got rigid, she couldn't blow in a house made of sawdust. The big bad mare felt conscientious. "Cowabunga," she said, and went away crankily.

From that day on, the big bad mare never chased the three pigs again.