The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who wanted to live on a beach, but first they needed to build their houses. Down the road from the three little pigs lived a big bad cockroach who enjoyed needling little pigs more than she enjoyed having them as neighbors on the beach.

The first little pig built his house of stainless steel.

Along came the big bad cockroach, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

The first little pig replied, "Not by the hair of my back!

Then the cockroach said, "Then I'll scribble and I'll preach and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad cockroach scribbled and she preached, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of titanium.

Along came the big bad cockroach, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

The second little pig replied, "Not by the hair of my tummy!

Then the cockroach said, "Then I'll hiccup and I'll nod and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad cockroach hiccuped and she nodded, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of sand.

Along came the big bad cockroach, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

The third little pig replied, "Not by the hair of my fingernail!

Then the cockroach said, "Then I'll holler and I'll wail and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad cockroach hollered and wailed, she couldn't blow in a house made of sand. The big bad cockroach felt brave. "Waa," she said, and went away excitedly.

From that day on, the big bad cockroach never needled the three pigs again.