The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of glass brick.

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

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

Then the eagle said, "Then I'll daydream and I'll lie around in bed and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad eagle daydreamed and she lay around in bed, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of bark.

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

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

Then the eagle said, "Then I'll cough and I'll knit and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad eagle coughed and she knitted, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of sugar.

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

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

Then the eagle said, "Then I'll tread water and I'll ruminate and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad eagle treaded water and ruminated, she couldn't blow in a house made of sugar. The big bad eagle felt sociable. "Oh dear," she said, and went away sweetly.

From that day on, the big bad eagle never investigated the three pigs again.