Once upon a time, there were three little pigs, named Peter, Patty and Penny,
who left their mommy and daddy to see the world.
All summer long, they roamed through the woods and
fields, playing games and having fun. None were happier than the three little pigs,
and they easily made friends with everyone they met.
Wherever they went, they were given a warm welcome
and never had to worry about where they would sleep. But as summer drew to a close,
they realized that people were starting to prepare their homes for winter. The three
little pigs decided that they too needed a home of their own to keep them safe and warm
through the winter.
Peter, the first little pig, was the oldest of the
three. He decided to build a straw hut. "It'll only take a day!
Then I'll go have fun and play," he sang enthusiastically.
The others disagreed.
"It's too fragile," they said
disapprovingly, but Peter refused to listen (after all, he WAS the oldest by 3 whole
minutes).
Patty Pig was the second little pig (born 3
minutes after Peter and 4 seconds before Penny). She decided that a house of straw
would be too cold during the winter (and that bugs might get in!) So she went off in
search of twigs and wood to build her house.
"Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!"
It took her two days to nail her house of wood together. Patty finished,
looked at her house and thought, "well..., it's a little wobbly and maybe it isn't my
VERY best job... but it's supposed to be warm this winter so it should do."
Penny quietly voiced her opinion that the house
didn't look sturdy enough to stand up to wind, rain, snow (or bugs). Peter teased
that Patty had wasted a whole day searching for wood when she could have been having fun
playing with him. Patty turned and sang out, "It only took an extra day.
Now I can go have fun and play."
Penny Pig was the youngest of the three and being
the youngest loved to play at least as much as Peter and Patty did. But she
remembered what her mommy and daddy had taught her growing up.
Her daddy always told her, "we don't expect
you to be perfect Penny."
And her mommy always added, "we'll always be
proud of you as long as you've done your very best job."
So Penny Pig sighed and thought, "it
will take time, patience and hard work to build a safe, warm, comfortable house.
I've never done it before and I'm a little nervous, but I'm going to do my very best
job!"
Penny went to the library and took out some books
about building houses. She spent two whole days reading the books before she decided
that a house of bricks would be the best choice.
Penny spent another whole day collecting supplies.
A day to lay the foundation. Another to pour the cement. Yet another to
stack the bricks and four more to put on the roof and paint. Just to make sure that
she'd tried her best, she decided to take a few more days to build some cozy wooden
furniture to put in her house of bricks. By the time she was done her house, two
weeks had passed and the leaves outside had taken on their autumn colours.
Penny looked at her little house with pride.
Sure, the chimney was a little crooked and the paint had dripped a bit here and
there, but Penny knew that she'd done her very best job and was quite proud of what she'd
accomplished.
Peter, Patty and Penny spent the next day playing.
The two older pigs teased Penny that she'd wasted the whole fall building her house
(and Peter couldn't resist pointing out that even after all that work, Penny hadn't even
managed to get the chimney on straight!) But Penny was happy with the choices she'd
made as she sat in front of her cozy fireplace that night.
Peter wasn't nearly as comfortable in his house of
straw. The cold night air crept in quickly. Peter hadn't taken the time to
build a bed so huddled in the corner on a mound of leftover straw. As the sun rose
the next morning, Peter was starting to wish that he'd spent a bit more time on his house.
As he pondered what he was going to use to cook breakfast with, Peter heard a knock
on the door.
"Who's there?" Peter asked... it
was awfully early for visitors.
Peter hadn't been the only one wondering about
breakfast. A big, bad, hungry wolf had wandered through the forest. He hadn't
eaten for awhile and a nice young piggy was just the kind of breakfast he was craving!
"Come out!" ordered the wolf, his mouth
watering. "I want to speak to you!"
Peter may have been a bit lazy, but he certainly
wasn't dumb. "I'd rather stay where I am," he replied.
"Come out now!" yelled the wolf
fiercely.
"Not by the hair on my chin-y chin
chin," teased Peter (after all, what could the wolf do about it).
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll
bloooooow your house in!" threatened the wolf who blew with all his might,
right onto the house. All the straw that Peter had heaped against some thin poles
fell down in the great blast.
Peter dashed as fast as he could to his sister
Patty's house. Patty had heard the commotion. She ran to the door,
accidentally squishing a beetle that was sitting by her bed. She bravely brushed the
two spiders that had built webs inside the doorframe out of her way and pulled the door
open for her brother.
The wolf ran after Peter and shouted "Come
out and play with me!" just as the door slammed in his face.
"Not by the hair on our chin-y chin
chins," replied Patty (almost as upset about all the bugs she had begun to notice
scurrying around her floor as she was about the wolf).
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll
bloooooow your house in!" yelled the wolf who blew with all his might, right onto the
house. The wooden house creaked and squeaked and then collapsed like a pack of
cards.
Peter and Patty dashed out and were halfway to
Penny's house before the last twig had hit the ground. Penny urged them in, took one
last look at the crooked chimney, crossed her fingers and slammed the door.
"Come out here, now! I want my
breakfast," growled the wolf, not bothering to pretend anymore.
"Not by the hair on our chin-y chin
chins," replied Peter, Patty and Penny (her fingers still crossed tightly).
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll
bloooooow your house in!" yelled the wolf who blew with all his might, right onto the
house.
Nothing happened.
The wolf drew an even deeper breath and blew
again. And again! But Penny Pig's house of bricks with the crooked chimney and
drippy paint was her very best job and it would NOT fall down no matter how hard the wolf
blew.
After all his huffing and puffing the wolf was
even hungrier than he'd been to begin with and he was not about to give up. He
climbed carefully up a nearby ladder and scrambled onto the roof. Before Peter,
Patty and Penny knew what was happening, the wolf started to slide down the chimney!
"Yikes!" cried Peter.
"We're toast!" sobbed Patty.
"Bacon, actually!" wailed Penny.
But slowly the three little pigs realized that the
wolf had somehow gotten stuck before he had made it all the way down. Understanding
what had happened, Penny started to giggle nervously. "I think he got caught in
the crooked part of my chimney!"
Peter nodded with disbelief, jumped up and threw
some wood onto the fireplace. Patty grabbed the matches and started a fire which was
soon roaring. It didn't take long for the three little pigs to hear the anguished
howl of the wolf as he scrambled back up the chimney. The flames licked his hairy
coat and his tail became a flaming torch.
"Never again! Never again will I go
down a chimney!" he squealed, as he tried to put out the flames in his tail.
Then he ran away as fast as he could.
That very same day, Peter and Patty took out
library books on how to build a brick house. Penny did her best to give them some
instruction and Peter showed his sisters how to put on paint without it getting drippy
(after all, he WAS the oldest by 3 whole minutes).
The wolf did return once to roam in the
neighbourhood, but when he caught sight of THREE crooked chimneys, he remembered the
terrible pain of a burnt tail and he left for good.
Now safe and happy, Penny sang out to her brother
and sister, "No more working for today... Come on let's go out to
play!"