The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who wanted to live in a valley, but first they needed to build their houses. Down the road from the three little pigs lived a big bad duck-billed platypus who enjoyed maligning little pigs more than he enjoyed having them as neighbors in the valley.

The first little pig built his house of burlap.

Along came the big bad duck-billed platypus, and he said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

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

Then the duck-billed platypus said, "Then I'll kneel and I'll hang around and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad duck-billed platypus knelt and he hung around, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of pewter.

Along came the big bad duck-billed platypus, and he said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

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

Then the duck-billed platypus said, "Then I'll run away and I'll sniff and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad duck-billed platypus ran away and he sniffed, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of adobe.

Along came the big bad duck-billed platypus, and he said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

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

Then the duck-billed platypus said, "Then I'll shrug and I'll run away and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad duck-billed platypus shrugged and ran away, he couldn't blow in a house made of adobe. The big bad duck-billed platypus felt dumb. "Alas," he said, and went away frantically.

From that day on, the big bad duck-billed platypus never maligned the three pigs again.