The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, in a cozy cottage near the woods, lived a Mother Pig and her three little piglets. The piglets grew bigger every day. One morning, Mother Pig said, “You are too big to live here now. You must go out and build your own houses. But remember: whatever you do, do it the best you can.”

The three little pigs set off. The First Little Pig was lazy. He didn’t like to work. He met a man carrying some straw. “Please, sir,” said the pig. “Give me that straw to build a house.” The man gave him the straw. The pig built a house in just one hour. It was wobbly and weak, but the pig was happy. “Now I can sleep!” he said.

The Second Little Pig was a bit lazy, but not as bad as the first. He met a man carrying some sticks. “Please, sir,” said the pig. “Give me those sticks to build a house.” The man gave him the sticks. The pig built a house in one day. It was a bit stronger than the straw house, but it still had holes. “Good enough!” said the pig.

The Third Little Pig was hard-working and smart. He met a man carrying a load of red bricks. “Please, sir,” said the pig. “Give me those bricks to build a strong house.” The man gave him the bricks. The third pig worked hard for a whole week. He mixed cement, laid the bricks straight, and built a sturdy roof and a solid oak door. His brothers laughed at him. “Why are you working so hard?” they teased. w”Come and play!” “I will play when my work is done,” said the third pig.

One day, a Big Bad Wolf came out of the forest. He was hungry. He went to the straw house. “Little pig, little pig, let me in!” he growled. “No, no! Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” squealed the first pig. “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” The Wolf took a huge breath. HOOOOO! He blew, and the straw house fell apart like confetti. “Help!” The first pig ran as fast as his trotters could carry him to the stick house.

The Wolf followed. He knocked on the stick house door. “Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!” “No, no! Not by the hair of our chinny chin chins!” “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” HUFF! PUFF! WHOOSH! The sticks rattled and snapped. The house collapsed. “Run!” cried the second pig. The two pigs raced to the brick house. The third pig let them in and locked the heavy door. Click-clack!

The Wolf arrived. “Little pigs, let me in!” he roared. “No, no!” shouted the third pig bravely. “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” The Wolf huffed and puffed. He puffed and huffed. He blew until his face was purple. But the brick house stood strong. Not a single brick moved. The Wolf was furious. “I’m coming down the chimney!” he shouted. He climbed onto the roof. But the clever third pig had already put a big pot of water on the fire in the fireplace. It was boiling hot. As the Wolf slid down the chimney… SPLASH! his tail dipped into the scalding water. “YEOOOOOW!” screamed the Wolf. He shot back up the chimney like a rocket. He ran away into the forest, holding his sore tail, and was never seen again. The three little pigs lived happily ever after in the safe brick house.

Moral of the Story: Hard work and doing things the right way pays off. Shortcuts lead to trouble.