_In which we see that it is a wise pig that obeys his mother and
provides against danger._
One time there was an old pig about to die, and she called her
three little pigs to her and said:
“My children, I am going to die soon and leave you. You must each
of you build a house so strong that the old wolf cannot tear it
down and eat you.” Each of the little pigs promised to do as his
mother said, and then the old pig died.
The first little pig gathered straw from the farmer’s field near by
and built him a straw house, and daubed it with mud.
The second little pig gathered some wood from the farmer’s wood
pile, and built him a wood house and daubed it with wet moss.
The third little pig found some bricks under the barn and built him
a brick house, and laid it in mortar and lime, just like the house
of the pig keeper. Then all three little pigs went to housekeeping.
Pretty soon the old wolf began to spy around to see what had become
of the little pigs after their mother’s death. He came to the straw
house of the first little pig and said:
“Little pig, little pig, please let me in, or I’ll huff and I’ll
puff until I blow your house in.”
But the little pig looked up out of his peep hole and said:
“No, no, no; not by the hairs on your chinny, chin, chin!”
Then the old wolf huffed and he puffed until he blew the house in,
and then he ate up the first little pig.
Then the old wolf went to the house of the second little pig and
said:
“Little pig, little pig, let me in, or I’ll huff and I’ll puff till
I blow your house in.”
But the little pig looked up out of his peep hole and said:
“No, no, no; not by the hairs on your chinny, chin, chin.”
Then the old wolf huffed and he puffed until he blew the wooden
house in and ate up the second little pig.
Then the old wolf went to the house of the third little pig which
was built of brick and said:
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in, or I’ll huff and I’ll puff
till I blow your house in.”
But the little pig looked out of his peep hole and said:
“No, no, no; not by the hairs on your chinny, chin, chin.”
Then the old wolf huffed and he puffed, but he could not blow the
house down.
Then the old wolf started down the chimney to get the little pig,
anyway. But the little pig built a fire and put on the big pot and
filled it with water. So the old wolf fell into the boiling water
and was scalded to death. Then the little pig ate the old wolf
until there was nothing left but the bones.