The Three Little Pigs - English

Hello there! My brothers and I call me the practical pig, because I like to think things through and plan ahead. Not long ago, my two brothers and I waved goodbye to our mother’s cozy little cottage to build our own homes out in the big, wide world. It was a grand adventure! We were excited to be independent, but we also knew we had to be very careful. Lurking deep in the woods was a sneaky and hungry Big Bad Wolf, and our mother had warned us to always be on guard. This is the story of how we each built a house to protect ourselves and what happened when that wolf finally came knocking at our doors, a tale you might know as The Three Little Pigs. We each had a very different idea about what made a house a home, and we were about to find out whose idea was best.

My first brother, who loved to sing and dance more than anything, didn’t want to waste a single sunny day on work. He saw a farmer with a bundle of straw and built his house in just a few hours. 'Easy peasy!' he squealed, and ran off to play. My second brother found a big pile of sticks and thought they looked a bit stronger. He fastened them together with vines, and his house was done by lunchtime. He joined our other brother in the meadow. They both laughed when they saw me still working. 'Why are you working so hard?' they called. I didn't mind their teasing. I knew that a safe house needed to be strong, so I took my time. I found heavy red bricks and mixed up some thick, sticky mortar to hold them together. Day after day, I worked carefully, building my house brick by brick until it was solid and sturdy. Just as I finished, the Big Bad Wolf appeared at my first brother's straw house. 'Little pig, little pig, let me come in!' he growled, his voice low and rumbly. 'Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!' my brother cried. 'Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!' the wolf roared. He took a giant breath and WHOOSH! The straw house flew apart like dandelion fluff! My brother squealed and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him to the stick house. The wolf was right behind him! He huffed, and he puffed, and the stick house tumbled down in a heap. My two terrified brothers scrambled all the way to my strong brick house and bolted the door just as the wolf arrived outside, licking his lips.

The wolf huffed and he puffed with all his might, his cheeks turning red and then purple, but my brick house wouldn't budge one little bit. He was furious! Finally, he had a sneaky idea and climbed onto the roof to come down the chimney. But I was one step ahead of him! I had a big pot of water boiling over the fire for my soup. As he slid down, he landed right in the hot pot! 'YEEEEEOOOOWWW!' he howled, shooting back up the chimney like a rocket. He ran away into the woods, holding his burnt tail, and he never, ever bothered us again. My brothers finally understood. They gave me a big hug and promised to always take the time to do things right. Our story was first written down for everyone to read a long, long time ago, around the year 1840. But even before that, parents told the tale to teach their children that being prepared and working hard is much smarter than taking the easy way out. Today, our adventure is still shared, reminding everyone that a little extra effort and clever thinking can protect you from all the huffing and puffing in the world.