The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of moss.

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

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

Then the gopher said, "Then I'll relax and I'll sniff and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad gopher relaxed and he sniffed, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of hay.

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

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

Then the gopher said, "Then I'll fulminate and I'll wobble and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad gopher fulminated and he wobbled, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of styrofoam.

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

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

Then the gopher said, "Then I'll snore and I'll get upset and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad gopher snored and got upset, he couldn't blow in a house made of styrofoam. The big bad gopher felt gentle. "Doubtful," he said, and went away miserably.

From that day on, the big bad gopher never jumped on the three pigs again.