The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of snow.

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

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

Then the tsetse fly said, "Then I'll belch and I'll stretch and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad tsetse fly belched and he stretched, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of cinder block.

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

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

Then the tsetse fly said, "Then I'll laugh and I'll wince and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad tsetse fly laughed and he winced, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of mud bricks.

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

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

Then the tsetse fly said, "Then I'll pass out and I'll squeal and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad tsetse fly passed out and squealed, he couldn't blow in a house made of mud bricks. The big bad tsetse fly felt enraged. "Blaak," he said, and went away silently.

From that day on, the big bad tsetse fly never lied to the three pigs again.