Three Little Pigs and Bad Wolf

The Three Little Pigs and the Big Bad Wolf    


Once upon a time, a mother pig had three little pigs who she loved deeply. However, due to a lack of food, the little pigs had to set out to find their fortunes. The first little pig headed south and encountered a farmer carrying a bundle of straw. He politely asked the farmer if he could have the straw to build a house.


The farmer, moved by the little pig's politeness, gave him the straw and the little pig built a lovely house. The walls, floor, and bed were all made of straw. After completing his new home, the little pig lay down for a nap in his straw bed. Suddenly, the big bad wolf caught the scent of the little pig and began to salivate at the thought of bacon sandwiches.

The wolf approached the straw house and knocked on the door, "Little pig! Little pig! Let me in!" The little pig, peeking through the keyhole, saw the wolf's large paws and firmly replied, "No! I will not open the door for anything!" The wolf bared his teeth and threatened, "Then I'll huff and puff and blow your house down."

The wolf blew with all his might, and the straw house collapsed. The little pig ran back to his mother's house. The second little pig traveled north and met a farmer carrying a bundle of wood. He politely asked the farmer, "May I have that wood to build a house?"

The farmer, impressed by the little pig's manners, gave him the wood, and the pig built a sturdy and attractive house with it. The walls, floor, and table were all made of wood. After finishing his home, the little pig began to adorn his wooden table with flowers. Suddenly, the big bad wolf caught the scent of the pig inside the house and his stomach growled at the thought of a delicious pork roast.

The wolf approached the wooden house and knocked on the door, "Little pig! Little pig! Let me in!" The little pig, peeking through the keyhole, saw the wolf's long nose and firmly replied, "No! I will not open the door for anything!" The wolf bared his teeth and threatened, "Then I'll huff and puff and blow your house down."

The wolf blew with all his might and the wooden house crumbled, the little pig ran back to his mother's house, where she was not pleased. The third little pig journeyed west and met a farmer carrying a load of bricks. He politely asked the farmer, "Hello sir, may I have some of those bricks to build a house?"

The farmer, impressed by the little pig's respectful address, gave him some bricks. The little pig used them to build a sturdy and attractive house. The walls, floor, and fireplace were all made of brick. After completing his new home, the little pig began to cook a pot of soup in his brick fireplace. Suddenly, the big bad wolf caught the scent of the pig inside the house and his mouth watered at the thought of pork chops with barbecue sauce and green beans.

The wolf approached the brick house and knocked on the door, "Little pig! Little pig! Let me in!" The little pig, peeking through the keyhole, saw the wolf's big ears and firmly replied, "No! I will not open the door for anything!" The wolf bared his teeth and threatened, "Then I'll huff and puff and blow your house down."

The wolf blew and blew, huffed and puffed, but was unable to collapse the brick house. Exhausted, he could no longer continue his attempt. The little pig chuckled as he stirred his pot of soup. But the wolf's desire for pork chops was too strong, he wouldn't give up. So he climbed on the roof, determined to catch the pig.

The wolf descended the large brick chimney and...BOOM!... landed bottom-first in the piggy's hot pot of soup. He yelped in pain and quickly jumped out of the pot. He then ran out of the house, rubbing his scorched bottom. The little pig called his mother and two brothers on his brick cell phone, inviting them to dinner and serving a special dish: wolf's bottom soup.


The wolf's bottom soup was so tasty, that soon everyone wanted to catch the wolf and put him in their own soup. The poor wolf was forced to flee deep into the dark forest where he could live in peace and solitude.

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