Once upon a time there lived three baby
cubs. They lived with their mother in a den. Soon the babies were grown
and had to live by themselves. They set out to find their houses. The first
wolf made a house out of straw. The second wolf made a house out of sticks
and the third wolf made a house out of bricks. A little while later a big,
fat pig stomped up to the first house. Earlier, the pig had been with a
friend for breakfast and heard that
wolf was delicious so he wanted to find out for himself. Then he knocked
on the door and said, “Little wolf, little wolf, let me come in.”
“Not by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin!”
“Then I’ll oink and I’ll oink and I’ll oink your house down!”
And so he did. The wolf ran to his sister’s house and said, “Sister, sister, please let me in. A pig is coming!” So
the sister let her brother in and locked the door just in time. The pig appeared.
“Little wolves, little wolves, let me in,” he called.
“Not by the hair on our chinny, chin, chins.”
“Then I’ll oink and I’ll oink and I’ll oink your house down.” And
so he did.
Now both wolves ran to the third wolf’s house and said, “Sister, sister, let us in. A pig is coming.” So the sister let her brother and her sister in and slowly locked the door. Then she turned to her brother and sister and said, “You silly wolves, we eat pigs! Pigs don’t
eat wolves.”
“I have an idea,” said brother wolf. “How about we fry him?”
“No!” said both sisters.
“How about we bake him,” said one of the sisters.
“No!”
“I have the best idea said the oldest sister. We can make soup out of him.”
“Ok!” said the other two.
So they put a soup pot in the fire place. Soon the pig came and he said, “Little
wolves, little wolves let me in.”
“Not by the hair on our chinny, chin, chins!”
“Then I’ll oink and I’ll oink and I’ll oink your house in.” So
he oinked and he oinked, but . . . he could not break the house. The pig
decided to go down the chimney. So he heaved himself up, pushed himself down
the chimney,
and PLOP, he landed in the boiling water.
“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” he screamed.
Over the pigs screams, the brother asked, “How do you like your pork,
sisters? Do you like it with salt or pepper?”
“Both,” they said.