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The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of peanut shells.

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

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

Then the fish said, "Then I'll lie down and I'll look puzzled and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad fish lay down and she looked puzzled, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of sugar.

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

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

Then the fish said, "Then I'll snore and I'll sigh and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad fish snored and she sighed, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of rammed earth.

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

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

Then the fish said, "Then I'll rock and I'll whirl and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad fish rocked and whirled, she couldn't blow in a house made of rammed earth. The big bad fish felt sober. "Be Still, My Beating Heart," she said, and went away viciously.

From that day on, the garrulous pigs never saw the big bad fish again.