The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of cards.

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

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

Then the fish said, "Then I'll stretch and I'll whirl and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad fish stretched and she whirled, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of sheet metal.

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

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

Then the fish said, "Then I'll raise an eyebrow and I'll chew and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad fish raised an eyebrow and she chewed, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of straw.

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

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

Then the fish said, "Then I'll breathe and I'll mutter and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad fish breathed and muttered, she couldn't blow in a house made of straw. The big bad fish felt sober. "Holy cats," she said, and went away sorrowfully.

From that day on, the big bad fish never killed the three pigs again.