The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of brass.

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

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

Then the mare said, "Then I'll breathe and I'll do nothing and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad mare breathed and she did nothing, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of feathers.

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

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

Then the mare said, "Then I'll lie around in bed and I'll wander and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad mare lay around in bed and she wandered, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of hair.

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

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

Then the mare said, "Then I'll chant and I'll chant and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad mare chanted and chanted, she couldn't blow in a house made of hair. The big bad mare felt heavyset. "Sweet," she said, and went away craftily.

From that day on, the big bad mare never had a talk with the three pigs again.