The Story of the Three Little Pigs Once upon a time when pigs spoke rhyme And monkeys chewed tobacco, And hens took snuff to make them tough, And ducks went quack, quack, quack, O! There was an old sow with three little pigs, and as she had not enough to keep them, she sent them out to seek their fortune. The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and said to him: “Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house.” Which the man did, and the little pig built his house with it. Presently came along a wolf, and knocked at the door, and said: “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.” To which the pig answered: “No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin.” The wolf then answered to that: “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.” So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the little pig. The second little pig met a man with a bundle of sticks, and said: “Please, man, give me those sticks to build a house.” Which the man did, and the pig built his house. Then along came the wolf, and said: “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.” “No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin.” “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.” So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the house in, and ate up the little pig. The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said: “Please, man, give me those bricks to build a house with.” Which the man did, and the pig built his house with them. So the wolf came, as he came to the other little pigs, and said: “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.” “No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin.” “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.” Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and huffed; but he could not get the house down. When he found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the house down, he said: “Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips.” “Where?” said the little pig. “Oh, in Mr. Smith’s field, and if you will be ready tomorrow morning we will go together, and get some for dinner.” “Very well,” said the little pig, “I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?” “Oh, at six o’clock.” Well, the little pig got up at five, and got the turnips before the wolf came (which he did about six), who said: “Little pig, are you ready?” The little pig said: “Ready! I have been and come back again, and got a nice potful for dinner.” The wolf felt very angry at this, but thought that he would be up to the little pig somehow or other, so he said: “Little pig, I know where there is a nice apple tree.” “Where?” said the pig. “Down at Merry Garden,” replied the wolf, “and if you will not deceive me I will come for you at five o’clock tomorrow, and we will go together, and get some apples.” “Well, I will be ready,” said the little pig. What time did the little pig get up the next morning? Why, he got up at four o’clock, and went off for the apples, hoping to get back before the wolf came; but it took him longer than he thought, and just as he was coming down from the apple tree with his basket, he saw the wolf coming. So the little pig said: “I have been and come back again, and got a nice basketful for dinner.” The wolf was very angry, and said: “I will come down the chimney and eat you up.” So the little pig made up a blazing fire, and hung a pot full of water over it, and just as the wolf was coming down the chimney the little pig took off the cover, and down fell the wolf into the pot! So the little pig boiled him, and ate him for supper.