Story: The Three Little Pigs

The three little pigs story {Traditional Story retold by Kelly Ehrman}

Once upon a time there were three little pigs who lived with their mother in a cozy little cottage.  As the pigs grew bigger and bigger, the cottage began to feel smaller and smaller, until their home became quite crowded.  Their mother said, “My dear little pigs, you have grown and now you are old enough to go and build your own houses out in the great big world.” So the three little pigs eagerly packed their suitcases and set off to make their own way in the world.

The first little pig came upon a big stack of hay and she thought, “I shall make a house of straw!”  So she busily got to work, and soon she had a cozy house made of straw.  She settled into her house and began to cook her supper.

The second little pig came upon a a big pile of sticks, and he thought, “I shall make a house of sticks!”  So he busily got to work, and soon he had a cozy house made of sticks.  He settled into his house and began to cook his supper.

The third little pig walked for a long time and thought about what would make a nice strong house.  She decided that bricks would be just the thing, so she found herself a pile of bricks.  She busily got to work, and soon she had a cozy house made of bricks.  She settled into her house and began to cook her supper.

Now along came the big bad wolf, and he knocked on the door of the straw house.  “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.” And the little pig, who knew better than to let a wolf into the house, said, “Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”  The wolf was angry, and he said, “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”  And the wolf huffed.  And he puffed.  And he blew that house in!  There was nothing left but a pile of straw, and the little pig ran off with a squeal to her brother’s house of sticks.  She ran inside and they locked the door.  Phew!

But soon enough, along came the big bad wolf, and he knocked on the door of the stick house.  “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.” And the little pigs, who knew better than to let a wolf into the house, said together, “Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”  The wolf was angry, and he said, “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”  And the wolf huffed.  And he puffed.  And he blew that house in!  There was nothing left but a pile of sticks, and the little pigs ran off to their sister’s house of bricks.  They ran inside and locked the door.  Phew!

Soon enough, along came the big bad wolf, and he knocked on the door of the brick house.  “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.” And the little pigs, who knew better than to let a wolf into the house, said together, “Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”  The wolf was angry, and he said, “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”  And the wolf huffed.  And he puffed.  And he blew and blew and blew!  But he could not blow that house in.

So the wolf decided he would have to go in through the chimney!  Now the little pig who built that house of bricks was very smart, and when she heard the wolf begin to climb up the side of the house, she started a fire in the hearth and put on a great kettle of water to boil.  When the wolf jumped down the chimney, he was surprised to land in hot water!  He jumped out with a howl and ran out the door, and he never bothered those little pigs again!  Meanwhile, the three little pigs decided they liked living together in the cozy brick house and they lived there happily ever after.

The End