The Three Little Pigs

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

The first little pig built his house of sweat and toil.

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

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

Then the pony said, "Then I'll lie around in bed and I'll sleep and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad pony lay around in bed and she slept, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of diamonds.

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

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

Then the pony said, "Then I'll flail and I'll snicker and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad pony flailed and she snickered, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of junk cars.

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

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

Then the pony said, "Then I'll scratch and I'll chortle and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad pony scratched and chortled, she couldn't blow in a house made of junk cars. The big bad pony felt bilious. "Great Caesar's ghost," she said, and went away arrogantly.

From that day on, the big bad pony never tripped the three pigs again.