The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of glass brick.

Along came the big bad duck-billed platypus, and he said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

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

Then the duck-billed platypus said, "Then I'll blank out and I'll come back and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad duck-billed platypus blanked out and he came back, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of porcelain.

Along came the big bad duck-billed platypus, and he said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

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

Then the duck-billed platypus said, "Then I'll wobble and I'll yelp and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad duck-billed platypus wobbled and he yelped, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of corncobs.

Along came the big bad duck-billed platypus, and he said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

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

Then the duck-billed platypus said, "Then I'll suffer and I'll sleep and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad duck-billed platypus suffered and slept, he couldn't blow in a house made of corncobs. The big bad duck-billed platypus felt sanguine. "Par bleu," he said, and went away coldly.

From that day on, the big bad duck-billed platypus never embarrassed the three pigs again.