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 dachshund who enjoyed encouraging little pigs more than she enjoyed having them as neighbors on the beach.

The first little pig built his house of rock.

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

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

Then the dachshund said, "Then I'll die and I'll rock and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad dachshund died and she rocked, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of lath and plaster.

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

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

Then the dachshund said, "Then I'll glare and I'll bounce and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad dachshund glared and she bounced, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of precious gems.

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

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

Then the dachshund said, "Then I'll dream and I'll run away and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad dachshund dreamed and ran away, she couldn't blow in a house made of precious gems. The big bad dachshund felt stubby. "Phew," she said, and went away accidentally.

From that day on, the big bad dachshund never encouraged the three pigs again.