The Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time, there were three little pig brothers who lived peacefully and safely in their parents’ home. One day, the youngest of the three said to the other two:
- Brothers, I want to go out and see the world!
- And meet other animals!
- And have a home of my own!
- Yes, a very lovely home.
- Very big.
- Very sturdy.
- We’ll have to find a place to build.
- Let’s go somewhere sunny!
Said the little one, happily.
- With lots of food!
- And very safe!
And just like that, each one made a tiny bundle, and off they went on their adventure.
It didn’t take long before they reached a valley they liked very much.
- Here we can have fun and play!
- And we won’t be cold as long as there’s sunshine.
- But we must be careful, we don’t know if the wolf prowls around here.
- Let’s build our little houses to be safe.
- Magnificent!
- Marvelous!
- To work!
The youngest, eager to go and play, made a little straw house. It barely weighed anything in his arms, so he finished it at once.
The middle brother built his little house with wooden sticks, since there was a big forest and he could gather them quickly.
The oldest, however, built his out of brick. Because bricks are very heavy and he had to carry them one by one, it took him much longer than his brothers.
- Great! So light!
Said the youngest, looking at his house.
- Phew! Finally free!
Said the middle one in front of his.
- Hm… so slow… but steady.
Said the oldest, still laying bricks:
- Mortar.
- Brick.
- Mortar.
- Brick.
- Big brother! Come play with us!
- Stop laying bricks, you’ve laid enough!
- Fix your little house! You’ll see when the wolf comes.
- Boring…
- Ridiculous…
- Mortar.
- Brick.
- Mortar.
- Brick.
The two younger pigs went off to play on their own. But just as the oldest had warned, the wolf didn’t take long to appear.
- The wolf!
- The wolf?
- The wolf!
The piglets ran as fast as they could, each to his own little house.
The wolf chased the youngest, who locked himself inside his straw house.
- Open up, little pig, or I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down.
- No, you want to eat me!
- Very well.
Then the wolf…
filled his lungs…
and huffed…
and puffed…
and the house fell down.
The little pig ran for his life, and reached the wooden house of his middle brother.
- That was close!
- By a whisker!
- Don’t worry, little brother. This house is wood, so it will hold and hold, and he won’t blow it down.
- Magnificent!
Just then, the wolf appeared again.
- Open up, little pigs, or I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down.
- No, you want to eat us!
- Very well…
Then the wolf…
filled his lungs…
and huffed…
and puffed…
and the house…
- Don’t you even know how to knock, wolf?
- Silly!
- Softy!
- Wolfy!
So he filled his lungs again,
and with all his strength
he puffed…
and the house fell down.
The two pigs crawled out from the pile of wooden sticks and ran to their oldest brother’s house. They arrived and shut the door, exhausted.
- It’s the wolf!
- White fangs!
- Yellow eyes!
- He’s terrible.
- He’s horrible.
- He’s the Big Bad Wolf.
- But you don’t have to worry. Here, in my brick house, he can’t hurt us at all.
- Is it strong?
- Strong as can be.
- What a relief.
- What calm.
- What a house!
- What a house!
But the wolf didn’t take long to appear.
- Open up, little pigs, or I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down.
- Try all you want!
Then the wolf… filled his lungs… and huffed and puffed… but the house… did not fall.
No matter how hard he tried, the wolf couldn’t bring down the oldest brother’s little house.
So he decided to use cunning instead.
- Little pigs, why do you think I want to eat you?
- I would never do such a thing. I only… want to meet my new neighbors.
- Don’t waste your breath, wolf. We won’t listen!
- Please… little pigs… I’m hungry.
- I only want a plate, a little piece of hoof… uhh, I mean bread.
- What a performance—so dramatic!
- Superb!
- Thrilling!
- Enough! You can’t build your little houses here. You must leave right now and face the consequences.
- Oh yeah? And what consequences are those?
- Being devoured! By me!
Even angrier, he decided to climb onto the roof and come in through the chimney. But the pigs heard his paws scraping across the roof.
- That can’t be good.
- Nothing good.
- He’s about to learn what “good” is.
Declared the oldest as he walked over to the fireplace.
- Let’s put a pot of water on.
- Now a bit of firewood.
- Let’s light the fire and heat it until it boils.
- On a low flame?
- The lowest.
It wasn’t long before the wolf came down the chimney and fell into the pot.
- I’ve got you now, my little pigs! I’m going to eat you righ…! Huh?
The wolf, with his paws and tail burning, jumped out of the pot in total panic, and began spinning around the room, howling.
- Brother.
- I think our guest wants some fresh air. Open the door for him.
- Of course.
The middle pig opened the door, and the wolf ran away—far, far away—never to bother the little pigs ever again.
- Splendid!
- Wonderful!
- Monumental!
And that is all… for the moment.
Til the next tale.