The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who wanted to live in a marsh, but first they needed to build their houses. Down the road from the three little pigs lived a big bad falcon who enjoyed scratching little pigs more than he enjoyed having them as neighbors in the marsh.

The first little pig built his house of cookie dough.

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

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

Then the falcon said, "Then I'll step aside and I'll hiccup and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad falcon stepped aside and he hiccuped, and he blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of masonry.

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

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

Then the falcon said, "Then I'll back down and I'll meow and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad falcon backed down and he meowed, and he blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of nuts and bolts.

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

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

Then the falcon said, "Then I'll dream and I'll howl and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad falcon dreamed and howled, he couldn't blow in a house made of nuts and bolts. The big bad falcon felt creepy. "Goodness," he said, and went away grudgingly.

From that day on, the big bad falcon never scratched the three pigs again.