The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of marble.

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

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

Then the badger said, "Then I'll wince and I'll meow and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad badger winced and he meowed, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of garbage.

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

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

Then the badger said, "Then I'll kneel and I'll dilly-dally and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad badger knelt and he dilly-dallied, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of brick.

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

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

Then the badger said, "Then I'll back up and I'll adjust the clock and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad badger backed up and adjusted the clock, he couldn't blow in a house made of brick. The big bad badger felt sleepy. "Tarnation," he said, and went away stealthily.

From that day on, the big bad badger never suspected the three pigs again.