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Three little Pigs

The Three Little Pigs
Retold by Glenn A. Hascall

There once were three little pigs who felt very grown up. You see, they left their mummy and daddy to explore the world.

For a very long time they roamed through the woods, playing games that they invented and some they had learned in the summer sun.

There were no animals that seemed as happy as the three little pigs who, perhaps because they were so happy, were able to make friends quickly.

In time, the days began to grow colder and the three little pigs realized that winter was coming. They had placed their tents by the river, but that would not keep out the cold, so each little pig thought it would be good to build a new home.

While they prefered to play, the little pigs knew they needed shelter.

The youngest & possibly laziest little pig chose to build a lovely straw hut.

"They are so easy to build,' he bragged.

"A straw hut will not make it through winter," his brother pigs said disapprovingly, but he bought his straw and began to build anyway.

The second little pig wasn’t quite as lazy and he looked at different ways of building a home and chose a house made with wood.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" In two days the wooden house was build.

But the third little pig thought there was a better way, “Building a house takes time and hard work. After all, you want your house to be strong enough to stand up to wind, rain, and snow. Then of course there is the Big Bad Wolf to think about."

Well, many days passed, and the wisest little pig's house was built using sturdy bricks.

There were times when his brother pigs visited, but they almost always made fun of their brother. "Why are you working so hard? Why don't you come outside and play?"

But the brick-laying pig quietly continued to build his house while his brothers played.

One day the wisest little pig found big wolf in the neighborhood and made sure that his brother pigs knew they should be careful.

The youngest of the pigs arrived home just in time to see the Big Bad Wolf walking down the street.

"Little Pig - come out!" ordered the wolf, his mouth watering - for he was very hungry.

"I'd rather stay where I am!" replied the little pig in a tiny voice.

"I'll make you come out!" growled the unhappy wolf. He puffed out his chest and then blew with all his might. When the Big Bad Wolf was finished huffing and puffing, all the straw the silly pig had heaped together scattered, leaving the pig to look at the wolf though a few small framing poles.

While the wolf caught his breath, the littlest pig quickly ran to his brother’s wooden house.

Of course this made the wolf very angry. "Come back!" he roared, trying to catch the pig.

The brother pigs were frightened and stacked things in front of the door so the wolf could not get in.

The wolf had not eaten in several days and he was interested in a two-course meal.

He decided he would pretend to be kind. "Open up, little pigs. I only want to speak to you."

When the pigs refused to open the door the wolf once again breathed a great breath and blew on the house like a windstorm. The wooden planks fell from their frames like leafs from a tree in autumn.

The oldest and wisest pig brother had been watching as his brothers ran from the house so recently destroyed by the wolf. He opened the door and his two brothers ran into the safety of his brick house. And not a moment too soon, for the wolf was already knocking on the door.

He didn’t even ask if the pigs would open the door he simply blew and blew and blew until he turned blue. The house did not move, but he was still hungry.

The three little pigs could see that the wolf could not blow this house down like he had the other two so they stopped being afraid.

The wolf, however, had another trick he wanted to try. He scrambled up to the top of the house and looked down the chimney – perhaps he could capture the little pigs after all.

However, the wisest little pig knew what the wolf was doing so he told his brothers, “Quick! Light a fire!"

The wolf had his legs dangling down the chimney and could not see that the fire had been lit. He was so hungry he simply dropped down the chimney without a second look - trying to get the little pigs.

The wolf landed in the fire and he ran from the house trying to put out a small flame that had started on his tail. And that day the wolf made a promise, “ I will never huff, or puff or go down a chimney again.”

The three happy little pigs, danced around the house. They sang songs of how they had been smarter than the wolf.

If you were to visit today you would see three brick houses where the pig brothers live - and the wolf? Well, he was true to his word and did not return to roam the neighborhood because he remembered the pain of a burnt tail and the shame of being outsmarted by the pigs.

Now the little pigs have more time to play because they worked hard to make good and safe homes and their mummy and daddy come by to visit from time to time. They share wonderful food and timeless stories about a hungry wolf with very bad manners.

THE END