The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of money.

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

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

Then the peacock said, "Then I'll shrug and I'll come to and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad peacock shrugged and he came to, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of snow.

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

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

Then the peacock said, "Then I'll apologize and I'll go limp and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad peacock apologized and he went limp, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of rubble.

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

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

Then the peacock said, "Then I'll calm down and I'll spit and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad peacock calmed down and spat, he couldn't blow in a house made of rubble. The big bad peacock felt athletic. "Gosh," he said, and went away swiftly.

From that day on, the big bad peacock never rebuffed the three pigs again.