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The Three Little Pigs

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Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who wanted to live on a veld, but first they needed to build their houses. Down the road from the three little pigs lived a big bad musk-ox who enjoyed smiling at little pigs more than she enjoyed having them as neighbors on the veld.

The first little pig built his house of nylon.

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Along came the big bad musk-ox, 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 musk-ox said, "Then I'll freeze and I'll chortle and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad musk-ox froze and she chortled, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of rolled oats.

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

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

Then the musk-ox said, "Then I'll rejoice and I'll beg and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad musk-ox rejoiced and she begged, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of old bones.

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

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

Then the musk-ox said, "Then I'll fall asleep and I'll roll and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad musk-ox fell asleep and rolled, she couldn't blow in a house made of old bones. The big bad musk-ox felt sinister. "Why," she said, and went away unexpectedly.

From that day on, the big bad musk-ox never smiled at the three pigs again.