The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of mud bricks.

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

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

Then the Chihuahua said, "Then I'll snicker and I'll clatter and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad Chihuahua snickered and she clattered, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of noodles.

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

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

Then the Chihuahua said, "Then I'll vomit and I'll beg and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad Chihuahua vomited and she begged, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of walnut.

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

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

Then the Chihuahua said, "Then I'll get upset and I'll gesticulate and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad Chihuahua got upset and gesticulated, she couldn't blow in a house made of walnut. The big bad Chihuahua felt spunky. "Waa," she said, and went away perkily.

From that day on, the big bad Chihuahua never stepped on the three pigs again.