The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of cotton.

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

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

Then the tsetse fly said, "Then I'll lie down and I'll dream and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad tsetse fly lay down and he dreamed, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of sugar.

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

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

Then the tsetse fly said, "Then I'll wiggle and I'll turn blue and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad tsetse fly wiggled and he turned blue, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of walnut.

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

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

Then the tsetse fly said, "Then I'll play Duck Duck Goose and I'll dress up and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad tsetse fly played Duck Duck Goose and dressed up, he couldn't blow in a house made of walnut. The big bad tsetse fly felt gentle. "Cock-a-doodle-doo," he said, and went away cautiously.

From that day on, the big bad tsetse fly never mocked the three pigs again.