The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of cane.

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

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

Then the goat said, "Then I'll fret and I'll back up and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad goat fretted and she backed up, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of junk cars.

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

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

Then the goat said, "Then I'll shiver and I'll rock and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad goat shivered and she rocked, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of sandstone.

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

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

Then the goat said, "Then I'll faint and I'll chatter and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad goat fainted and chattered, she couldn't blow in a house made of sandstone. The big bad goat felt tall. "Quick," she said, and went away smoothly.

From that day on, the big bad goat never looked at the three pigs again.