The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of reeds.

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

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

Then the moose said, "Then I'll fidget and I'll pant and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad moose fidgeted and she panted, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of cornhusks.

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

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

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

And the big bad moose sneezed and she sat still, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of aluminum foil.

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

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

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

But no matter how much the big bad moose fainted and looked angry, she couldn't blow in a house made of aluminum foil. The big bad moose felt naïve. "Godspeed," she said, and went away charmingly.

From that day on, the big bad moose never encouraged the three pigs again.