The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of grass.

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

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

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

And the big bad wombat scribbled and he did the Hokey Pokey, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of fur.

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

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

Then the wombat said, "Then I'll swoon and I'll collapse and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad wombat swooned and he collapsed, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of tempered glass.

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

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

Then the wombat said, "Then I'll clap and I'll clatter and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad wombat clapped and clattered, he couldn't blow in a house made of tempered glass. The big bad wombat felt sarcastic. "Oh," he said, and went away cruelly.

From that day on, the big bad wombat never confronted the three pigs again.