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The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of chicken feathers.

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

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

Then the wolf said, "Then I'll come back and I'll tremble and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad wolf came back and he trembled, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of cedar.

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

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

Then the wolf said, "Then I'll wince and I'll whistle and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad wolf winced and he whistled, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of toothpicks.

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

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

Then the wolf said, "Then I'll jump and I'll talk and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad wolf jumped and talked, he couldn't blow in a house made of toothpicks. The big bad wolf felt repulsive. "Kaboom," he said, and went away tensely.

From that day on, the big bad wolf never made a face at the three pigs again.