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Tales for kids – Three Little Pigs

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Once three little pigs went out into the world to seek their fortunes. Each little pig took a different road. Soon the first little pig met a man with a load of straw.

“Please, may I have some straw to build a house?” asked the little pig. And the man gave him some straw.

The first little pig had just finished his house when a big, bad wolf came along.

“Little Pig, little pig, let me come in,” said the wolf.

“No, no, by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin,” said the little pig.

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” cried the wolf. So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in.

The second little pig met a man with a bundle of twigs. “Please, may I have some twigs to build a house?” asked the little pig. 

And the man gave him some twigs. But no sooner had the second little pig finished his house than the big, bad wolf came to call. 

“Little Pig, little pig, let me come in,” said the wolf.

“No, no, by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin,” said the little pig.

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“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” cried the wolf. 

So he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed and he blew the house in.

Now the third little pig met a man with a wheelbarrow full of bricks. 

“Please, may I have some bricks to build a house?” asked the little pig.

And the man gave him some bricks. But no sooner had the third little pig finished his house than the big, bad wolf came along.

“Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” he cried.

“No, No, by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin,” said the little pig.

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” cried the wolf. 

So he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed and he huffed and he puffed again. But he could not blow the house in. The Wolf was very angry and thought to himself, 

“I must catch that little pig.” So he said, “There are some nice fat turnips in Farmer Brown’s Field. Will you go with me to get some at six o’clock tomorrow morning, little pig?”

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“Yes, I will,” said the little pig. 

But he got up at five o’clock and was home cooking his turnips when the wolf came to call for him. The big, bad wolf was very, very angry. But he thought of another way to catch the little pig.

“I know where there is a fine red apple tree. Will you go with me at five o’clock tomorrow morning to pick some apples?”

“Yes, I will,”  said the little pig. 

But the little pig went for the apples at four o’clock. He had not started early enough, however, and he was still up in the tree when the wolf came along.

“Are the apple sweet?” asked the wolf.

“Yes,” said the little pig. “I will throw you one.” 

so he threw an apple as far as he could and while the wolf went to get it, the little pig climbed down the tree and ran home. 

Early the next morning the wolf hurried to the little pig’s house. He had to catch that pig! So he climbed up on the roof and slid down the chimney. But the little pig had seen him coming and took the lid off a large kettle of water that was on the fire. There was a great big splash! And that was the end of the big, bad wolf.

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