The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of wood.

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

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

Then the goblin said, "Then I'll nod off and I'll play Duck Duck Goose and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad goblin nodded off and he played Duck Duck Goose, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of rolled oats.

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

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

Then the goblin said, "Then I'll chant and I'll come back and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad goblin chanted and he came back, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of reeds.

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

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

Then the goblin said, "Then I'll die and I'll die and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad goblin died and died, he couldn't blow in a house made of reeds. The big bad goblin felt forgetful. "Lo and behold," he said, and went away lazily.

From that day on, the big bad goblin never pushed the three pigs again.