The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of cornstalks.

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

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

Then the camel said, "Then I'll sit still and I'll mutter and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad camel sat still and he muttered, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of linoleum.

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

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

Then the camel said, "Then I'll grunt and I'll yell and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad camel grunted and he yelled, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of old rags.

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

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

Then the camel said, "Then I'll burble and I'll exhale and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad camel burbled and exhaled, he couldn't blow in a house made of old rags. The big bad camel felt playful. "Shoot," he said, and went away urgently.

From that day on, the big bad camel never bit the three pigs again.