The Three Little Pigs
There once was a sow (mother pig) with three little pigs, and since she had not enough to feed them, she sent them out to seek their fortunes. The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and the pig said to him:
“Please, mister, sell me that straw for me to build my house.”
There once was a sow (mother pig) with three little pigs, and since she had not enough to feed them, she sent them out to seek their fortunes. The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and the pig said to him:
“Please, mister, sell me that straw for me to build my house.”
Which the man did, and the little pig built a house with it.
Presently along came a wolf who knocked at the door and said:
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”
To which the pig answered:
“No, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”
The wolf then answered to that:
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and gobbled up the little pig.
The second little pig met a man with a bundle of sticks, and said:
“Please, mister, sell me that bundle of sticks for me to build my house.”
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”
To which the pig answered:
“No, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”
The wolf then answered to that:
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and gobbled up the little pig.
The second little pig met a man with a bundle of sticks, and said:
“Please, mister, sell me that bundle of sticks for me to build my house.”
Which the man did, and the pig built his house. Then along came the wolf, and said:
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”
“No, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”
“Then I’ll puff, and I’ll huff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at last he blew the house down, and he ate up the little pig.
The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said:
“Please, mister, sell me that load of bricks for me to build my house.”
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”
“No, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”
“Then I’ll puff, and I’ll huff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at last he blew the house down, and he ate up the little pig.
The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said:
“Please, mister, sell me that load of bricks for me to build my house.”
So the man sold him the bricks, and he built his house with them. The wolf came, as he did to the other little pigs, and said:
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”
“No, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed and huffed, but he could not blow the house down. When he found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing blow the house down, he said:
“Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips.”
“Where?” asked the little pig.
“Oh, in Mr. Smith’s home-field, and if you will be ready tomorrow morning I will call for you, and we will go together, and get some for dinner.”
“Very well,” said the little pig. “I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?”
“Oh, at six o’clock.”
Well, the little pig got up at five, and got the turnips before the wolf arrived. The wolf came at about six o’clock and said:
“Little pig, are you ready?”
The little pig said, “Ready! I have been there and come back again, and gotten a nice potful of turnips for dinner.”
The wolf felt very angry at this, but thought that he would still eat the little pig somehow or other and so he said:
“Little pig, I know where there is a nice apple tree.”
“Where?” asked the pig.
“Down at Merry Garden,” replied the wolf, “and if you will not deceive me, I will come at five o’clock tomorrow and together we can get some apples.”
Well, the little pig bustled up the next morning at four o’clock, and went off for the apples, hoping to get back before the wolf came, but he had to climb the tree, so that just as he was coming down from it, he saw the wolf coming, which, as you may suppose, frightened him very much. When the wolf came up he said:
“Little pig, you have gotten here before I arrived. Are they nice apples?”
“Yes, very nice,” said the little pig. “I will throw you down one.”
And he threw an apple so far that, while the wolf scampered to pick it up, the little pig managed to jump down and run home. The next day the wolf came again to the little pig’s house and said:
“Little pig, there is a fair this afternoon, will you go?”
“Oh, yes,” said the pig, “I will go. What time shall we depart?”
“At three,” said the wolf. So the little pig started out before the time, as usual, and got to the fair and bought a butter-churn, which he was going home with when he saw the wolf coming. Then he could not tell what to do. So he got into the churn to hide, and in so doing caused it to turn around and around, and the butter-churn rolled down the hill with the pig in it, which frightened the wolf so much that he ran without going to the fair. He went to the little pig’s house, and told him how frightened he had been by a great round thing which came barreling down the hill toward him. Then the little pig said:
“Ha! I frightened you, then. I went to the fair and bought a butter-churn, and when I saw you, I got into it, and rolled down the hill.”
This all made the wolf very angry indeed, and he declared he would eat up the little pig, and that he would go down the chimney after him. When the little pig saw what he was going to do, he placed the cooking pot full of water into the fireplace and made up a blazing fire, and then, just as the wolf was coming down the chimney, the little pig took off the cover, and in fell the wolf, and so the little pig promptly put on the cooking pot lid, boiled the wolf up, and ate him for supper. And so the little pig lived happily ever after.
The End
What lessons can be learned from the tale of “The Three Little Pigs” that can be applied to real life?
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”
“No, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed and huffed, but he could not blow the house down. When he found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing blow the house down, he said:
“Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips.”
“Where?” asked the little pig.
“Oh, in Mr. Smith’s home-field, and if you will be ready tomorrow morning I will call for you, and we will go together, and get some for dinner.”
“Very well,” said the little pig. “I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?”
“Oh, at six o’clock.”
Well, the little pig got up at five, and got the turnips before the wolf arrived. The wolf came at about six o’clock and said:
“Little pig, are you ready?”
The little pig said, “Ready! I have been there and come back again, and gotten a nice potful of turnips for dinner.”
The wolf felt very angry at this, but thought that he would still eat the little pig somehow or other and so he said:
“Little pig, I know where there is a nice apple tree.”
“Where?” asked the pig.
“Down at Merry Garden,” replied the wolf, “and if you will not deceive me, I will come at five o’clock tomorrow and together we can get some apples.”
Well, the little pig bustled up the next morning at four o’clock, and went off for the apples, hoping to get back before the wolf came, but he had to climb the tree, so that just as he was coming down from it, he saw the wolf coming, which, as you may suppose, frightened him very much. When the wolf came up he said:
“Little pig, you have gotten here before I arrived. Are they nice apples?”
“Yes, very nice,” said the little pig. “I will throw you down one.”
And he threw an apple so far that, while the wolf scampered to pick it up, the little pig managed to jump down and run home. The next day the wolf came again to the little pig’s house and said:
“Little pig, there is a fair this afternoon, will you go?”
“Oh, yes,” said the pig, “I will go. What time shall we depart?”
“At three,” said the wolf. So the little pig started out before the time, as usual, and got to the fair and bought a butter-churn, which he was going home with when he saw the wolf coming. Then he could not tell what to do. So he got into the churn to hide, and in so doing caused it to turn around and around, and the butter-churn rolled down the hill with the pig in it, which frightened the wolf so much that he ran without going to the fair. He went to the little pig’s house, and told him how frightened he had been by a great round thing which came barreling down the hill toward him. Then the little pig said:
“Ha! I frightened you, then. I went to the fair and bought a butter-churn, and when I saw you, I got into it, and rolled down the hill.”
This all made the wolf very angry indeed, and he declared he would eat up the little pig, and that he would go down the chimney after him. When the little pig saw what he was going to do, he placed the cooking pot full of water into the fireplace and made up a blazing fire, and then, just as the wolf was coming down the chimney, the little pig took off the cover, and in fell the wolf, and so the little pig promptly put on the cooking pot lid, boiled the wolf up, and ate him for supper. And so the little pig lived happily ever after.
The End
What lessons can be learned from the tale of “The Three Little Pigs” that can be applied to real life?
