The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of Sheetrock.

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

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

Then the polecat said, "Then I'll suffer and I'll chatter and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad polecat suffered and she chattered, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of old bones.

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

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

Then the polecat said, "Then I'll purr and I'll mumble and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad polecat purred and she mumbled, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of buffalo hides.

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

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

Then the polecat said, "Then I'll digest and I'll glare and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad polecat digested and glared, she couldn't blow in a house made of buffalo hides. The big bad polecat felt zany. "Hurray," she said, and went away frantically.

From that day on, the big bad polecat never touched the three pigs again.