The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who wanted to live in a badlands area, but first they needed to build their houses. Down the road from the three little pigs lived a big bad mountain goat who enjoyed opposing little pigs more than he enjoyed having them as neighbors in the badlands area.

The first little pig built his house of papyrus.

Along came the big bad mountain goat, 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 mountain goat said, "Then I'll clap and I'll primp and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad mountain goat clapped and he primped, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of wood.

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

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

Then the mountain goat said, "Then I'll stare into space and I'll huff and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad mountain goat stared into space and he huffed, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of flour paste.

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

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

Then the mountain goat said, "Then I'll talk and I'll slobber and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad mountain goat talked and slobbered, he couldn't blow in a house made of flour paste. The big bad mountain goat felt forgetful. "Avast," he said, and went away proudly.

From that day on, the big bad mountain goat never opposed the three pigs again.