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<!DOCTYPE html>
<html>
<head>
<title>The Three Little Pigs by Niz Smith and Avril Lethbridge</title>
</head>
<body>
<h1>The Three Little Pigs by Niz Smith and Avril Lethbridge</h1>
<p>Mrs Pig was very tired: 'Oh dear,' she said to her three
Little pigs, 'I can't do this work anymore, I'm afraid you
must leave home and make your own way in the
rld.' So the three Little pigs set off.
The first little pig met a man carrying a bundle of
straw.
'Excuse me,' said the first Little pig politely. 'Would you
please sell some of your straw so I can make a house?'
The man readily agreed and the first Little pig went off
find a good place to build his house.
The other little pigs carried on along the road and,
soon, they met a man carrying a bundle of sticks.
'Excuse me,' said the Little pig politely. 'Would you
please sell me some sticks so I can build a house?'
The man readily agreed and the Little pig said
goodbye to his brother.
The third little pig didn't think much of their ideas:
'I'm going to build myself a much bigger, better,
stronger house,' he thought, and he carried off down
the road until he met a man With a cart Ioad of bricks.
'Excuse me,' said the third little pig, as politely as his
mother had taught him. 'Please can you sell me some
bricks so I can build a house?'
'Of course,' said the man. 'Where would you like me to
unload them?'
The third little pig looked around and saw a nice patch
of ground under a tree.
'Over there,' he pointed.
They all set to work and by nighttime the house of
straw and the house of sticks were built but the house
of bricks was only just beginning to rise above the
ground. The first and second Little pigs laughed, they
thought their brother was really Silly having to work so
hard when they had finished.
However, a few days later the brick house was
completed and looked very smartwith shiny windows,
a neot Little chimney and a shiny knocker on the door.
One starlit night, soon after they had settled in, a wolf
came out looking for food. By the light of the moon he
espied the first little pig's house of straw and he sidled
up to the door and called:
'Little pig, little pig, let me come in.'
'No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin!' replied the
Little pig.
'Then 1'11 huff and 1'11 puff and 1'11 blow your house in!'
said the wolf Who was a very big, bad, and a greedy
sort of wolf.
And he huffed, and he puffed and he blew the house
in. But the little pigs ran away as fast as their trotters
could carry them and went to the third Little pig's
house to hide.
'What did I tell you?' said the third little pig. 'It's
important to build houses properly.' But he welcomed
them in and they all settled down for the rest of the
night.
The following night the wolf was even hungrier and
feeling bigger and badder than ever.
Prowling around, he came to the third Little pig's
house. He crept up to the door and called:
'Little pig, little pig, let me come in.'
'Oh no, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!' said
the third Little pig, while the first and the second little
pigs hid trembling underthe stairs.
And he huffed, and he puffed and he blew but
nothing happened. So he huffed and he puffed and he
blew again, even harder, but still nothing happened.
The brick house stood firm.
The wolf was very angry and getting even bigger and
even badder by the minute.
'I'm going to eat you all,' he growled, 'just you wait
and see.'
He prowled round the house trying to find a way in.
The Little pigs trembled when they saw his big eyes
peering through the window. Then they heard a
scrambling sound.
'Quick, quick!' said the third little pig. 'He's climbing
the tree. I think he's going to come down the chimney.'
The three Little pigs got the biggest pan they had, and
filled it full of water and put it on the fire to boiL All
the time they could hear the sound of the wolf
climbing the tree and then walking along the roof.
The Little pigs held their breath. The wolf was coming
down the chimney. Nearer and nearer he came until,
With a tremendous splash, he landed in the pan of
water.
'Yoweeeee!' he screamed, and Shot back up the
chimney thinking his tail was on fire.
The last the three little pigs saw of the big bad wolf was him flying over the
treetops clutching a very sore taiL
So, the three little pigs lived happily together ever after in their very smart houses
of bricks.
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