Once upon a time there were three little pigs, who left their parents to
see the world.
All summer long, they roamed through the woods and over the plains, playing
games and having fun. None were happier than the three little pigs, and they
easily made friends with everyone. Wherever they went, they were given a warm
welcome, but as summer drew to a close, they realized that all drifting back
to their usual jobs, and preparing for winter. Autumn came and it began to
rain. The three little pigs started to feel they needed a real home. Sadly,
they knew that the fun was over now and they must set to work like the others,
or they'd be left in the cold and rain, with no roof over their heads. They
talked about what to do, but each decided for himself. The laziest little pig
said he'd build a straw hut.
"It will only take a day,' he said. The others disagreed.
"It's too fragile," they said but he refused to listen.
Not quite so lazy, the second little pig went in search of planks of seasoned
It took him two days to nail them together.
But the third little pig did not like the wooden house.” It takes time,
patience and hard work to build a house that is strong enough to stand up to
wind, rain, and snow, and most of all, protect us from the wolf!"
The days passed, and the wisest little pig's house took shape, brick by brick.
From time to time, his brothers visited him, saying,
"Why are you working so hard? Why don't you come and play?" But the stubborn
bricklayer pig just said "no".
"I shall finish my house first. It must be strong. And then I'll come and
play!" he said.” He who laughs last, laughs longest!"
Now, it was the wisest little pig that found the tracks of a big wolf in the
The little pigs rushed home in alarm. Along came the wolf, scowling fiercely
at the laziest pig's straw hut.
"Come out!" ordered the wolf, his mouth watering. I want to speak to you!"
"I'd rather stay where I am!" replied the little pig in a tiny voice.
"I'll make you come out!" growled the wolf angrily, and puffing out his chest,
he took a very deep breath. Then he blew with all his might, right onto the
house. And all the straw the silly pig had heaped against some thin poles fell
down. Excited by his own cleverness, the wolf did not notice that the little
pig had slipped out from underneath the heap of straw, and was dashing towards
his brother's wooden house. When he realized that the little pig was escaping,
the wolf grew wild with rage.
"Come back!" he roared, trying to catch the pig as he ran into the wooden
"I hope this house won't fall down! Let's lean against the door so he can't
break in!" said the little pig to his brother.
Outside, the wolf could hear the little pigs' words. Starving as he was, at
the idea of a two course meal, he rained blows on the door.
"Open up! Open up! I only want to speak to you!"
Inside, the two brothers wept in fear and did their best to hold the door fast
against the blows. Then the furious wolf braced himself a new effort: he drew
in a really enormous breath, and went ... WHOOOOO! The wooden house collapsed
like a pack of cards.
Luckily, the wisest little pig had been watching the scene from the window of
his own brick house, and he rapidly opened the door to his fleeing brothers.
Soon after, the wolf came hammering furiously on the door. This time, the wolf
had grave doubts. This house had a much more solid air than the others. He
blew once, he blew again and then for a third time but all in vain. For the
house did not budge an inch. The three little pigs watched him and their fear
began to fade. Quite exhausted by his efforts, the wolf decided to try one of
his tricks. He scrambled up a nearby ladder, on to the roof to have a look at
the chimney. However, the wisest little pig had seen this ploy, and he quickly
"Quick! Light the fire!" With his long legs thrust down the chimney, the wolf
was not sure if he should slide down the black hole. It wouldn't be easy to
get in, but the sound of the little pigs' voices below only made him feel
"I'm dying of hunger! I'm going to try and get down." And he let himself drop.
But landing was rather hot, too hot! The wolf landed in the fire.
The flames licked his hairy coat and his tail became a flaring torch.
“Never again will I go down a chimney" he squealed, as he tried to put out the
flames in his tail. Then he ran away as fast as he could.
Then the three happy little pigs, dancing round and round the yard, began to
sing. "Tra-la-la! Tra-la-la! The wicked black wolf will never come back...!"
From that terrible day on, the wisest little pig's brothers set to work with a
will. In less than no time, up went the two new brick houses. The wolf did
return once to roam in the neighborhood, but when he caught sight of three
chimneys, he remembered the terrible pain of a burnt tail, and he left for
Now safe and happy, the wisest little pig called to his brothers. "No more
work! Come on, let's go and play!"