Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time, there are three little pigs. They lived with their kind old mother near a large, dark forest. One day, they decided to build their own houses. The first little pig used straw. He took his straw-cutting tools and his new lawnmower and built a little staw house. The second little pig used sticks. He took his wood-cutting tools and some old paintbrushes and build a small wooden house. The third little pig, who was a very hard worker, used bricks. He took his brick-laying tools and an expensive mortarboard, and built a large brick house. In the forest, lived a big bad wolf. He wanted to eat the three little pigs. So he went to the flimsy straw abode and tried to blow it down. “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” cried the three little pokers. But the house was not very strong, and the big bad beast blew it down. The three little pigs ran to the rickety wooden structure, but the big bad wolf blew it down too. Quickly, the three little piggies ran to the sturdy brick dwelling and hid inside. The big bad wolf huffed and he puffed, but he couldn’t blow the strong brick house down. The three little pigs laughed and danced and sang.
