The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of recycled newspaper.

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

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

Then the raven said, "Then I'll look angry and I'll yawn and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad raven looked angry and he yawned, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of construction paper.

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

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

Then the raven said, "Then I'll snuffle and I'll show up and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad raven snuffled and he showed up, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of nuts and bolts.

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

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

Then the raven said, "Then I'll creep and I'll wake up and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad raven crept and woke up, he couldn't blow in a house made of nuts and bolts. The big bad raven felt stern. "Alley oop," he said, and went away vigorously.

From that day on, the big bad raven never danced with the three pigs again.