The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of linen.

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

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

Then the koala said, "Then I'll tremble and I'll get along and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad koala trembled and she got along, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of drywall.

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

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

Then the koala said, "Then I'll dilly-dally and I'll itch and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad koala dilly-dallied and she itched, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of matchsticks.

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

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

Then the koala said, "Then I'll exhale and I'll rest and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad koala exhaled and rested, she couldn't blow in a house made of matchsticks. The big bad koala felt stubborn. "Pish posh," she said, and went away defiantly.

From that day on, the big bad koala never injured the three pigs again.