The Three Little Pigs

The story

Once upon a time there were three little pigs who had grown old enough to build homes of their own.

"Take good care of yourselves," said their mother, "and build a sturdy house, because a hungry wolf lives in the forest."

And so the three little pigs set off.

The first little pig was lazy and wanted to finish quickly.

He built a little house of straw.

"Finished in an hour!" he said happily, and went off to play.

The second little pig made a little more effort and built a house of sticks.

"Finished quickly too," he said, and he also went off to play.

But the third little pig was sensible.

He carried heavy bricks and built a sturdy brick house, complete with a real chimney.

He worked all day long, while his brothers laughed at him.

"Why are you making it so difficult? Come and play!"

But the third little pig said:

"A strong house is safer."

Then the wolf came.

He knocked on the straw house.

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!"

"No, no, by the hair on my chinny chin chin, I will not let you in!"

"Then I will blow your house down!"

The wolf huffed and puffed, and the straw house flew apart.

The first little pig ran as fast as he could to the house of sticks.

The wolf followed him and knocked again.

"Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!"

"No, no, by the hair on our chinny chin chins, we will not let you in!"

"Then I will blow your house down!"

The wolf huffed and puffed, and the house of sticks fell down too.

Squealing, the two little pigs ran to their brother's brick house.

There, the wolf knocked for the third time.

"Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!"

"No, no, by the hair on our chinny chin chins, we definitely will not let you in!"

The wolf became furious.

He huffed and puffed and puffed, with all his might.

But the sturdy brick house did not move an inch.

Panting and out of breath, the wolf had to give up.

But the wolf was not finished yet.

Quietly, he climbed onto the roof to sneak down the chimney.

The clever third little pig heard him and quickly placed a large pot of steaming water beneath the chimney.

When the wolf slid down, he landed with a splash right in the hot water!

With a startled yelp, he shot back up the chimney, jumped from the roof and ran into the forest, as far away as he could.

And he never came back.

The three little pigs were safe and cosy inside the sturdy brick house.

And the two lazy brothers had learned their lesson.

From then on, they built their houses out of brick too.