The 3 Little Pigs Bedtime Story: a magical tale to read

Part 1: Building the Houses

The three little pigs were each given a plot of land by their loving mother, who advised them to build strong and safe homes. The first little pig, who loved to play more than work, decided to build his house out of straw. “It’s the quickest way,” he thought, so he could go back to playing sooner. With a whistle and a song, he quickly erected a small, cozy straw house in just one day.

The second pig, who liked a good nap, chose sticks for his construction. He figured it would be stronger than straw but not as labor-intensive as bricks. He spent three days assembling a modest cabin from gathered sticks and twigs, reinforcing it with some mud. It was a bit shaky, but it looked good enough for him.

The third pig, who believed in hard work and perseverance, chose bricks for his home. He knew this task would take time and effort, but he was determined to build a house that could withstand any danger. It took him several weeks to lay each brick carefully, mixing cement and placing each layer with precision. When finished, he stepped back to admire a small but sturdy brick house that made him feel secure and proud.

Part 2: The Wolf’s Challenge

Not long after the houses were completed, the wolf discovered them while roaming the forest for food. Hungry and cunning, he decided to test each house, hoping to capture a pig for his dinner. He first approached the house of straw. Knocking on the door, he called out in a friendly tone, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”

“No, no, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” replied the first little pig, trembling inside his flimsy house.

“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” declared the wolf. And with a great exhale, he blew the house of straw away, sending the first little pig scurrying to his brother’s stick house.

Next, the wolf approached the house made of sticks. He knocked and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”

“No, no, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” said the second little pig, his voice shaking.

“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” roared the wolf. He puffed up his cheeks and blew with all his might, and the house of sticks crashed down. The two little pigs barely escaped and ran to the safety of the brick house, their hearts pounding with fear.

Part 3: The Final Stand

Now at the brick house, the third little pig welcomed his brothers in and quickly bolted the door. Soon, the wolf arrived, more determined than ever. He knocked on the door and bellowed, “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!”

“No, no, not by the hairs of our chinny chin chins!” the pigs responded together, feeling safer behind the strong walls.

“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” threatened the wolf. He huffed and puffed repeatedly, but the house stood firm. Exhausted and frustrated, the wolf thought of a different plan.

Part 4: The Wolf’s Cunning Plan

The next morning, the wolf returned with a ladder. He quietly set it against the house and climbed to the roof, intending to enter through the chimney. Inside, the wise third pig had anticipated the wolf’s move and instructed his brothers to build a blazing fire under the chimney and place a large pot of boiling water on it.

As the wolf descended, he felt the rising heat and smelled the smoke. Realizing too late what was happening, he landed with a splash into the pot of boiling water. With a yelp of pain, he jumped out and ran away as fast as he could, never to bother the three little pigs again.