In this classic retelling of The Three Little Pigs, we follow the journey of three unique little pigs, each with their own strengths and quirks, as they set off to build their own homes. Along the way, they face the mischievous and determined Big Bad Wolf, who tests the strength of each pig’s house. Will their courage and cleverness be enough to outsmart him? Watch as this timeless tale unfolds with lessons of teamwork, resilience, and the joy of happily ever after.
The Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time, there were three little pigs.
The First Pig loved to play and have fun. She would spend hours out in the fields making daisy chains and climbing trees.
The Second Pig was very good-looking. He liked to go down to the pond and look at his reflection all day.
The Third Pig was extremely clever. He liked to stay in his bedroom reading books and doing sums.
But sometimes, the little pigs would forget to help Mummy and Daddy Pig with the chores, and this made them feel very cross.
One day, Mummy Pig said, “I’ve had enough of you three lazy little pigs! This house is a terrible mess, and you three don’t help at all! In fact, you make it ten times worse! It’s time you grew up and moved out. Then maybe I’ll have a chance to make daisy chains down by the pond, and maybe even finish my book.”
The three little pigs were a bit sad that they were being turfed out. “But,” the very clever Third Pig said, “if we all have our own houses, no one can make us do any chores!”
The other little pigs liked this idea, so they packed their bags with everything they would need out in the big wide world.
Mummy Pig waved them off with her handkerchief. “Watch out for the Big Bad Wolf!” she called after them.
“What did she say?” said the First Pig.
“Wasn’t listening,” said the Second Pig.
“Me neither,” said the Third Pig.
The three little pigs shrugged their shoulders and off they went.
After a while, the three little pigs walked past a huge meadow of wildflowers, and the First Pig stopped to have a look. She was getting a bit bored of walking and wished she could go and play. Just then, a big red tractor with a trailer full of straw came bumping along the road behind them. As the tractor came closer, it went over a huge bump, and a bale of hay fell off the back.
“That’ll do!” the First Pig said, and hugged the other little pigs goodbye.
She quickly made a sweet little house out of the straw. It was a bit of a rush job and it wasn’t very sturdy or strong, but it was cozy enough, and the First Pig spent the rest of the day picking flowers and playing in the meadow.
The Second Pig and Third Pig carried on down the road, and after a while, they walked past a big wide lazy river and stopped for a drink. The Second Pig wished he could stay longer, and as luck would have it, another big red tractor came bumping down the road, this time with a trailer full of sticks. As the tractor came closer, it went over a huge bump, and a bundle of sticks fell off the back.
“That’ll do!” the Second Pig said, and hugged the Third Pig goodbye.
The Second Pig spent a little longer making his house, but only because he wanted it to be beautiful, not to make it sturdy or strong. When his house was finished, it looked absolutely lovely, with not a stick out of place. He spent the rest of the afternoon next to the river, admiring his gorgeous reflection.
The Third Pig carried on down the road until he came to a lovely spot near to town, just a short walk from the library. He looked up and down the road, wishing for a tractor that something might fall off the back of.
Soon enough, a tractor did come along, and wouldn’t you know it, it went over a big bump, and a lovely big pallet of bricks fell off the back.
“That’ll do,” said the Third Pig, and got to work making his house.
Now, the Third Pig was a bit of a smarty-pants and decided to make the strongest, sturdiest house he could. He took all night building the house, and it had a smart front door, a nice big fireplace, and a handsome chimney on the top. When he was finished, he closed the door, locked it behind him, and sat down to do some sums.
The three little pigs loved their houses, and they all lived happily ever after.
Well… that’s not quite true.
Because the Big Bad Wolf had picked up the three little pigs’ delicious scent and found himself outside the First Pig’s straw house in no time at all.
The Big Bad Wolf was an expert at eating piggies, and he knew just what to do.
“Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in.”
“Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin, I will NOT let you in!” replied the First Pig.
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!” howled the Big Bad Wolf.
He took an enormous deep breath and – before he could blow it down, a gentle breeze came along and scattered the straw house in the wind, leaving the poor little pig trembling where it once stood. The Big Bad Wolf put the First Pig in his sack for later.
The Big Bad Wolf carried on down the road, following the yummy scent of the Second Pig. Soon enough, he came across the stick house.
“Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in.”
“Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin, I will NOT let you in!” replied the Second Pig.
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!” howled the Big Bad Wolf.
He took an enormous deep breath and blew as hard as he could. The stick house wibbled and wobbled and swayed, and before long, came crashing to the ground, leaving the poor little pig trembling where it once stood. The Big Bad Wolf put the Second Pig in his sack for later.
The Big Bad Wolf carried on down the road, following the scrumptious scent of the Third Pig. Soon enough, he came across the brick house.
“Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in.”
“Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin, I will NOT let you in!” replied the Third Pig.
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!” howled the Big Bad Wolf.
He took an enormous deep breath and blew as hard as he could. But nothing happened.
He took another even bigger, deeper breath and blew the hardest he had ever blown. The house didn’t even quiver.
The Big Bad Wolf wasn’t very happy about this. He was supposed to be an expert at eating piggies. It would be really embarrassing if this little piggy got away.
He tied the sack full of the First and Second Pigs to a tree, and looked all around the house for a way in. Spying the chimney, he climbed the drainpipe and crossed the roof. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, and it was quite warm, but it would be worth it, he told himself.
The Big Bad Wolf sat on the edge of the chimney and jumped…
The wolf fell down, down, down the chimney – right into the fireplace below! He jumped up, howling, and found that the very end of his long tail was on fire! The wolf ran out of the door and back down the road, and he never tried to eat another pig as long as he lived.
The three little pigs all laughed and danced and hugged all night. From then on, they all lived in the strong, sturdy brick house and worked together to keep it clean and tidy. The very clever Third Pig used his great big brain to help them use their time wisely, the very beautiful Second Pig showed them how to make the house look beautiful, and the very playful First Pig showed them how to have fun while they worked.
And they really did all live happily ever after.
Also read: The Lion and the Mouse
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