The Three Little Pigs

The Three Little Pigs

Once there were three little pigs who were brothers. When they were old enough, their mother said:

“It is time for you to learn to live on your own. Build yourselves good homes, help one another, and remember: work done carefully lasts longer.”

The three pigs hugged their mother and set off down the road.

Before long, the first little pig met a man carrying a great bundle of straw.

“Kind sir,” the pig asked, “could you give me some straw? I want to build myself a house.”

The man shared his straw.

The little pig quickly built walls, covered them with a roof, and after only a few hours said happily:

“Finished! Now I can rest.”

The second little pig met a man carrying a bundle of sticks.

“Could you please give me some branches for my house?”

The man agreed.

The second pig wove the branches together, made a door and a small window.

“My house is stronger than the straw house,” he said. “And it was quick to build too.”

The third little pig met a bricklayer carrying bricks.

“May I buy some bricks?” he asked. “I want to build a house I can rely on.”

The bricklayer helped him choose good bricks and showed him how to lay the walls evenly.

The third pig worked all day, then the next day, and part of the third. He built a strong roof, a door on sturdy hinges, and even a little chimney.

His brothers laughed.

“While you were building, we had time to play so many games!”

“But now I have a home I trust,” replied the third pig.

One evening, a wolf came to the straw house.

“Little pig, little pig, open the door!”

“No,” answered the pig. “I don’t know you, and I won’t let you in.”

The wolf frowned.

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house apart!”

He filled his lungs.

WHOOOOSH!

The straw trembled.

The wolf blew again.

WHOOOOOSH!

The straw walls scattered across the yard.

But the little pig was quick. The moment he saw that the house would not hold, he slipped out through the back and raced to his second brother.

“The wolf is coming!” he cried.

The brothers locked themselves inside the house of sticks.

Soon the wolf stood at the door.

“Little pigs, open up!”

“We won’t!”

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff!”

The wolf blew once.

The branches creaked.

He blew a second time.

The house swayed.

“To our third brother!” cried the second pig.

They climbed out through the window and ran as fast as they could to the brick house.

The third brother let them in at once.

“Don’t be afraid. We’ll test this house together.”

The wolf arrived.

“Little pigs, open up!”

“No!”

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff!”

The wolf blew.

The brick house did not move.

He blew harder.

WHOOOOOOSH!

Only the chimney gave a quiet hum.

The wolf blew for so long that at last he sat down on the grass, gasping for breath.

“Very well,” he muttered. “If I can’t blow down your house, I’ll outsmart you.”

The next morning, the wolf called from beyond the fence:

“I know a field where wonderful turnips grow. Shall we go together?”

The third pig guessed that the wolf was planning something.

“All right. What time?”

“Six o’clock.”

The pigs woke at five, fetched their turnips, and returned before the wolf arrived.

“You’ve already been there?” he cried.

“Of course. Getting up early can be useful,” the brothers replied.

The next day the wolf suggested:

“There are ripe apples in the orchard beyond the hill. Let’s meet at five.”

Again, the pigs left earlier.

While they were gathering apples, they spotted the wolf on the road.

“He’s already here!” whispered the first pig.

The third pig quickly rolled a large apple down the hill.

“Look at that fine one!” he called.

The wolf ran after the apple, and the pigs hurried home.

Now the wolf became truly angry.

“That’s enough!” he said. “I’ll climb down the chimney!”

That evening, the pigs heard a scraping sound on the roof.

“He’s coming down the chimney,” whispered the second pig.

The brothers quickly moved the fire away from the fireplace and placed a large empty metal tub beneath the chimney, the kind they usually used for washing vegetables.

The wolf came lower.

Scrape!

BANG!

He landed straight in the tub, sent up a cloud of soot, and sneezed in surprise.

“ACHOO!”

The pigs jumped, then could not help laughing.

The wolf sprang out of the tub, black with soot.

“I have had enough of your houses, turnips, apples, and chimneys!” he cried.

He rushed out the door and ran so fast that only his tail could be seen disappearing beyond the hill.

The wolf never came back.

The next day, the brothers cleaned the yard. Then the first and second pigs said:

“Now we understand why you spent so long building.”

“And I understand something too,” replied the third. “Building alone is hard. Let’s make our next homes together.”

And that is what they did.

They used the old straw for warm bedding, the good branches for fences, and built the new walls carefully and strong.

From then on, the three little pigs worked together and rested together.

Doing something quickly can feel wonderful. But when something truly matters, it is better not to rush, to think carefully, and, whenever possible, to ask your friends for help.

May this story leave a little light in your heart ✨