The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of nylon.

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

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

Then the musk-ox said, "Then I'll freeze and I'll chortle and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad musk-ox froze and she chortled, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of rolled oats.

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

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

Then the musk-ox said, "Then I'll rejoice and I'll beg and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad musk-ox rejoiced and she begged, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of old bones.

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

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

Then the musk-ox said, "Then I'll fall asleep and I'll roll and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad musk-ox fell asleep and rolled, she couldn't blow in a house made of old bones. The big bad musk-ox felt sinister. "Why," she said, and went away unexpectedly.

From that day on, the big bad musk-ox never smiled at the three pigs again.