The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of chicken feathers.

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

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

Then the lynx said, "Then I'll talk and I'll lie down and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad lynx talked and she lay down, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of plywood.

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

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

Then the lynx said, "Then I'll hiccup and I'll preach and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad lynx hiccuped and she preached, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of balsa.

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

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

Then the lynx said, "Then I'll howl and I'll throw up and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad lynx howled and threw up, she couldn't blow in a house made of balsa. The big bad lynx felt jolly. "Roger," she said, and went away coldly.

From that day on, the big bad lynx never smiled at the three pigs again.