The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of drywall.

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

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

Then the sheep said, "Then I'll seethe and I'll twitch and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad sheep seethed and she twitched, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of denim.

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

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

Then the sheep said, "Then I'll get dizzy and I'll gesticulate and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad sheep got dizzy and she gesticulated, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of manure.

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

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

Then the sheep said, "Then I'll adjust and I'll bawl and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad sheep adjusted and bawled, she couldn't blow in a house made of manure. The big bad sheep felt deadly. "Doggone," she said, and went away vigorously.

From that day on, the big bad sheep never smiled at the three pigs again.