The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of pipe.

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

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

Then the flea said, "Then I'll flinch and I'll flinch and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad flea flinched and she flinched, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of graham crackers.

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

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

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

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

The third little pig built his house of nuts and bolts.

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

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

Then the flea said, "Then I'll laugh and I'll hum and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad flea laughed and hummed, she couldn't blow in a house made of nuts and bolts. The big bad flea felt frightened. "Fribblenootums," she said, and went away proudly.

From that day on, the big bad flea never reassured the three pigs again.