The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of Tyvek.

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

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

Then the colt said, "Then I'll do the Hokey Pokey and I'll meow and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad colt did the Hokey Pokey and she meowed, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of fiberglass.

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

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

Then the colt said, "Then I'll step aside and I'll frown and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad colt stepped aside and she frowned, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of taffeta.

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

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

Then the colt said, "Then I'll wince and I'll cogitate and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad colt winced and cogitated, she couldn't blow in a house made of taffeta. The big bad colt felt amiable. "Gee," she said, and went away delicately.

From that day on, the big bad colt never sat on the three pigs again.