The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of foam.

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

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

Then the polecat said, "Then I'll murmur and I'll shrug and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad polecat murmured and she shrugged, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of asbestos.

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

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

Then the polecat said, "Then I'll vomit and I'll gaze and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad polecat vomited and she gazed, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of marbles.

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

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

Then the polecat said, "Then I'll suffer and I'll dance and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad polecat suffered and danced, she couldn't blow in a house made of marbles. The big bad polecat felt brash. "Hurray," she said, and went away grimly.

From that day on, the big bad polecat never injured the three pigs again.