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The Three Little Pigs

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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 wallaby who enjoyed cozying up to little pigs more than she enjoyed having them as neighbors in the grassland.

The first little pig built his house of buffalo hides.

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

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

Then the wallaby said, "Then I'll blink and I'll play and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad wallaby blinked and she played, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of wool.

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

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

Then the wallaby said, "Then I'll grumble and I'll turn blue and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad wallaby grumbled and she turned blue, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of styrofoam.

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

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

Then the wallaby said, "Then I'll look angry and I'll creep and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad wallaby looked angry and crept, she couldn't blow in a house made of styrofoam. The big bad wallaby felt sociable. "Gadzooks," she said, and went away unabashedly.

From that day on, the big bad wallaby never cozied up to the three pigs again.