Summary
What would happen if the little pig didn't build his house out of bricks?
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Question: Now before we begin, let me ask you something, do you want the story to have a Big Bad Wolf or a Big Bad Storm?
Answer: Big Bad Wolf
Once upon a time, there was a little pig who lived on a cozy farm with his two brothers and their loving mother.
One sunny morning, Mama Pig gathered her three little piglets and said:
“You’ve grown too big to live here with me. It’s time to go out into the world and build homes of your own.
Be wise, take care of one another, and make sure that the wolf won't catch you and eat you.”
With hugs and snouts held high, the three piggies waved goodbye and trotted down the winding path in search of a place to build.
Soon, they reached a sunny meadow where a friendly farmer was carrying bundles of golden straw.
“Straw is light and easy to stack” said younger pig excitedly.
“It’s warm and soft inside,” added the older pig, imagining a cozy corner to nap in.
“It’ll feel like sleeping in a bed of sunshine!”
Question: Now, my dear listener, what do you think the little pig will do? Little Pig used straw to build his house or Little Pig continued his journey?
Answer: Little Pig used straw to build his house
“If I build with straw, I can finish my house in just one morning — and still have time to rest, play, or explore!” thought the little pig.
“I’ll build my straw house right here in this sunny meadow,” he declared.
He approached a nearby farmer and asked politely,
“Excuse me, may I have some straw to build my house?”
“Of course,” the farmer said with a kind smile.
As the farmer handed him a bundle of straw, his brothers shook their heads.
“We’ll build houses stronger than yours,” they said, and trotted further down the road in search of better materials.
Soon, the little pig had built a small, simple, and snug house out of straw.
He curled up in a cozy corner, but quickly grew bored.
From the meadow, he could see his brothers on the hill — one working with sticks, the other with bricks.
“Maybe I should help them,” he thought. “Then we can all play together.”
He wandered over to his younger brother.
“Need a hand?”
“I’m fine,” said the younger brother, hammering in a stick. “I’ll finish by late afternoon. Go help our older brother — I’ll join you soon.”
“Okay!” said the little pig, and he trotted off to lend a hoof.
A few hours later, the younger brother joined them, and together, the three little pigs worked side by side.
They built a strong, sturdy brick house in just one month — with time to rest, play, and gather plenty of food before the rains came.
But trouble was already on its way.
The very next day, the Big Bad Wolf came trotting down the road, right toward the house of straw.
The little pig saw him and ran inside, slamming the door shut.
The wolf knocked.
“Little pig, little pig, let me in!”
“No, no! Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!” squeaked the pig.
“I will not let you in!”
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff” “and I’ll blow your house in!”
And he did.
The wolf huffed, and puffed, and the straw house shook and shivered.
The little pig’s eyes widened.
It was time to run.
“The wolf’s faster than me. He’ll catch me the second I step outside,” the little pig thought.
“I’ll have to trick him.”
Then, in his loudest voice, he cried,
“Oh no! My house is falling apart! I have to run to my brothers' houses at the edge of the forest!”
— just loud enough for the wolf to hear.
The wolf grinned.
“Brothers?” he sneered.
“Sounds like more piggies for dinner.”
And with that, he darted off toward the forest — taking the shortcut.
The moment he was gone, the little pig bolted from his straw house.
Just behind him, the house collapsed in a heap.
Question: Now, my dear listener—where do you think the little pig will run? To the stick house? Or straight to the sturdy brick house?
Answer: He ran to the stick house
“The stick house is stronger than mine. It might keep us safe,” thought the little pig as he raced to his younger brother’s home.
He burst through the door and quickly told his brother everything — how he tricked the wolf and barely escaped.
Worried the wolf would return, the two pigs locked the door tight and stacked more sticks against the walls to make it stronger.
Sure enough, not long after, the wolf came stomping up to the stick house. He pounded on the door and snarled:
“You tricked me! There was no pig at the forest’s edge — just an old lady I don’t care to eat. Now let me in, and I’ll eat you gently.”
“Not by the hair on our chinny chin chins!” shouted the two piggies.
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff” “and I’ll blow your house in!” roared the wolf.
He huffed and puffed with all his might. At first, the stick house held firm, but soon it began to shake and creak.
The two little pigs knew it wouldn’t last.
So, once again, they raised their voices just loud enough for the wolf to hear:
“Oh no! The house is falling! Quick — we must run to Grandma’s house! Little Red is bringing fresh bread. Maybe we’ll get some too!”
“Bread?” said the wolf, licking his lips. “I could use as a snack.”
And off he trotted toward the forest.
The moment he vanished, the two piggies dashed out and hurried to the brick house on the hill.
Their older brother welcomed them inside, and they told him everything—including how they’d tricked the wolf again.
“You don’t have to worry now,” said the older brother.
“We built this house together. It’s strong — the wolf can’t blow it down. It’s tall — he can’t climb in. And we’ve gathered enough food. We’re safe here.”
Then came the sound of furious footsteps and a loud BANG on the door.
“You tricked me again!” howled the wolf. “There was a hunter there who hit me with his slipper! Now open up — I’ll eat you gently this time!”
“Not by the hair on our chinny chin chins!” shouted the three pigs.
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff” “and I’ll blow your house in!” shouted the wolf.
He huffed and puffed, again and again. He blew until his cheeks turned red. But the brick house stood strong.
Finally, the wolf slumped down, panting.
“Fine, I give up,” he said, pulling something off his head.
The three little pigs gasped.
It wasn’t a wolf at all — it was Mama Pig in disguise!
She pretended to be a Big Bad Wolf.
“You took care of each other. You stayed clever and brave. I’m proud of you,” she said, smiling.
“Now, come have some tea. Little Red Riding Hood and her grandma just shared fresh bread with me.”
So the four of them sat together, sipping warm tea and nibbling sweet bread.
They laughed, told stories, and felt safe.
And though they were happy, the three little pigs knew —
Tomorrow, they would start building more brick houses.
Together.
The End.