The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of reeds.

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

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

Then the horse said, "Then I'll lie down and I'll watch and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad horse lay down and she watched, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of logs.

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

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

Then the horse said, "Then I'll come over and I'll scratch and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad horse came over and she scratched, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of egg shells.

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

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

Then the horse said, "Then I'll dream and I'll chatter and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad horse dreamed and chattered, she couldn't blow in a house made of egg shells. The big bad horse felt masculine. "Say what," she said, and went away haughtily.

From that day on, the big bad horse never licked the three pigs again.