The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of old bottles.

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

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

Then the raven said, "Then I'll sniffle and I'll freak out and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad raven sniffled and he freaked out, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of styrofoam.

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

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

Then the raven said, "Then I'll yell and I'll burble and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad raven yelled and he burbled, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of lithium.

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

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

Then the raven said, "Then I'll beg and I'll dither and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad raven begged and dithered, he couldn't blow in a house made of lithium. The big bad raven felt elderly. "Turn blue," he said, and went away sorrowfully.

From that day on, the big bad raven never drew strength from the three pigs again.