The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, three little pigs left home to build houses of their own. “Watch out for the big bad wolf,” said Mama Pig, and she kissed each one on the nose.

The first pig built a house of straw, quick as a wink, whistling all the way. The second pig built a house of sticks, tap, tap, tap. The third pig took her time, and built a house of bricks, one by one, pat, pat, pat.

(Huff and puff together, and let your child say “chinny chin chin”.)

Along came a big, hungry wolf. He knocked on the straw house. “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!” And he did. Whoosh! The straw flew everywhere.

The first pig ran to the stick house. The wolf knocked. “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff…” Crack! The sticks tumbled down.

Both pigs ran as fast as their trotters could go, all the way to the brick house. The third pig opened the door wide. “Quick, come in!” she said, and shut it tight behind them.

The wolf knocked on the brick door. “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” He huffed. He puffed. He huffed and puffed again. But the brick house did not move, not even a little bit.

The wolf sat down on the doorstep, tired and hungry. The third pig peeked out of the window. “You cannot come in,” she said kindly, “but there is a bowl of soup for you on the step.” The wolf slurped it all up, and he wandered away, thinking he might build his own house.

(Slow right down and let the wind go whoo, whoo, softly.)

The three pigs snuggled in their strong, warm house and sipped hot soup. Outside, the wind blew, whoo, whoo. Inside, it was cosy and safe, and soon the three little pigs were fast asleep. Goodnight, little pigs. Goodnight, you.