The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of brass.

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

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

Then the flea said, "Then I'll stare into space and I'll get frazzled and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad flea stared into space and she got frazzled, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of walnut.

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

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

Then the flea said, "Then I'll fret and I'll spit and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad flea fretted and she spat, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of hair.

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

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

Then the flea said, "Then I'll snarl and I'll moan and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad flea snarled and moaned, she couldn't blow in a house made of hair. The big bad flea felt disagreeable. "Oh please," she said, and went away excitedly.

From that day on, the big bad flea never operated on the three pigs again.