The Three Little Pigs - English

Hello there! You might not know my name, but you definitely know my house. I'm the pig who built his home out of sturdy, red bricks. Long ago, my two brothers and I waved goodbye to our mother's cozy cottage, ready to build our own futures in the wide, green world. This is the story of how we faced a great big challenge, a tale you probably know as The Three Little Pigs. My brothers were so excited to be on their own that they wanted to finish building as quickly as possible so they could spend the rest of the day playing. 'I'll build mine in a jiffy!' said my first brother. He saw a farmer with a bundle of straw and, in a flash, built a soft, yellow house that rustled in the breeze. My second brother found a woodcutter with a pile of sticks and quickly hammered together a little wooden cottage. 'Come play with us!' they shouted, tossing a ball between them. But I knew that a strong foundation was more important than a quick game. 'No, thank you,' I called back. 'I want my home to be a fortress!'. I chose to build my house with heavy bricks and strong mortar. It took me a long, long time, and my back ached from lifting the bricks one by one. Can you imagine stacking hundreds of bricks all by yourself? While my brothers played, I worked, carefully making sure every wall was straight and strong. I was determined to build a home that would keep me safe, no matter what.

My brothers were singing and dancing in the sunlit meadow when a dark shadow fell over them. It was the Big Bad Wolf, and his stomach was rumbling as loudly as a thunderstorm. He was as hungry as he was clever. He crept up to my first brother's straw house, his eyes gleaming. He knocked on the fragile door with a soft tap, tap, tap. 'Little pig, little pig, let me come in!' he growled, his voice like scraping gravel. 'Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!' my brother squeaked, his voice trembling. 'Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!' the wolf roared. And so he huffed, and he puffed, and a mighty gust of wind sent the straw flying everywhere! The house collapsed like a pile of hay. My brother ran as fast as his little legs could carry him to our second brother's house of sticks. Soon, the wolf came knocking again, this time with a louder thump, thump, thump. 'Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!' he bellowed. 'Not by the hair of our chinny-chin-chins!' they shouted together, trying to sound brave. So the wolf huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the stick house to pieces! Twigs and branches scattered across the grass. My two terrified brothers scrambled all the way to my brick house and bolted the heavy oak door just as the wolf arrived. He huffed, and he puffed, but my strong brick walls didn't even tremble. The wolf tried again and again, his face turning red with effort, but my house stood firm. I peeked through the window and felt a wave of relief. My hard work was paying off.

A Clever Plan and a Lasting Lesson
The wolf knew he couldn't blow my house down, so he decided to be tricky. 'Little pig,' he said in a sweet, sly voice, 'I know where there's a nice field of turnips!'. But I was just as clever as he was. When he tried to lure us out to the turnip field and then an apple orchard, we outsmarted him every time by going earlier and getting back home before he could catch us. He was getting very frustrated. Finally, in a fit of rage, the wolf snarled, 'I give up on tricking you! I'll climb onto your roof and come down the chimney!'. What do you think I did? Did I panic? Not at all. Hearing this, I quickly put a big pot of water on the roaring fire to boil. My brothers watched, their eyes wide with suspense. We could hear the scramble, scramble, scratch of his claws on the roof tiles. Just as the wolf squeezed his way down the dark, sooty chimney, he fell right into the pot with a great big SPLASH! He shot back up the chimney like a rocket and ran yelping into the forest, never to bother us again. My brothers thanked me, their faces full of relief and a newfound respect. From that day on, they understood the importance of hard work and planning. Our story isn't just about three pigs and a wolf; it's a fable that teaches a simple truth: taking the time to build something strong and lasting is always the wisest choice. It reminds us that with perseverance and cleverness, we can overcome any challenge. And that's why, even today, this tale inspires people to always do their best work.