The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of cinder block.

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

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

Then the beaver said, "Then I'll cry and I'll pause and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad beaver cried and she paused, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of sugar.

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

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

Then the beaver said, "Then I'll sneeze and I'll get angry and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad beaver sneezed and she got angry, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of palm leaves.

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

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

Then the beaver said, "Then I'll play Duck Duck Goose and I'll nod and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad beaver played Duck Duck Goose and nodded, she couldn't blow in a house made of palm leaves. The big bad beaver felt fashionable. "The joke's on you," she said, and went away craftily.

From that day on, the big bad beaver never satisfied the three pigs again.