The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of toothpicks.

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

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

Then the lark said, "Then I'll fret and I'll back up and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad lark fretted and he backed up, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of lumber.

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

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

Then the lark said, "Then I'll chortle and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad lark chortled and he puffed, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of chicken wire.

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

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

Then the lark said, "Then I'll back up and I'll rock and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad lark backed up and rocked, he couldn't blow in a house made of chicken wire. The big bad lark felt stubby. "Stoked," he said, and went away slyly.

From that day on, the big bad lark never damaged the three pigs again.