The Three Little Pigs (Bedtime Story)

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs named Percy, Penny, and Paul. They lived happily with their mother in a cozy cottage. But one day, their mother said, “My dear little pigs, it’s time for you to go out into the world and build homes of your own.”

Excited for their new adventure, the three little pigs set out. As they walked, they talked about what kind of houses they wanted to build.

Percy, the eldest, said, “I’ll build a strong house with bricks. It will keep me safe no matter what.” Percy believed that hard work was the key to a secure future.

Penny, the middle pig, thought differently. “Bricks are too much work. I’ll build my house with wood. It’ll be sturdy and stylish!” she said. Penny liked the idea of a home that was both practical and pretty.

Paul, the youngest, laughed and said, “You’re both overthinking this! I’ll build my house with straw. It’s quick and easy, and I can start relaxing right away.” Paul was more interested in having fun than working hard.

So, the three little pigs went their separate ways. Percy worked tirelessly, stacking brick after brick. Penny hammered and sawed, building a neat wooden cabin. Meanwhile, Paul threw together bundles of straw and tied them up, finishing his house in no time.

Nearby, a hungry wolf was watching the three little pigs. He licked his lips and thought, “Three little pigs in three little houses? This will be a feast!”

The wolf decided to start with the youngest pig. He strolled up to Paul’s straw house and knocked on the door. “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”

Paul, lounging on his straw sofa, replied, “Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!”

“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” growled the wolf. With one big breath, the straw house collapsed into a messy heap. Paul squealed in fright and ran as fast as he could to Penny’s wooden house.

The wolf wasn’t far behind. When he reached Penny’s house, he knocked loudly. “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!”

Penny and Paul shouted back, “Not by the hair on our chinny chin chins!”

“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” roared the wolf. He blew with all his might, and though the wooden house lasted a bit longer, it eventually came crashing down. Penny and Paul screamed and dashed to Percy’s brick house.

When the wolf arrived at Percy’s house, he was determined to win. He pounded on the door. “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!”

But Percy, Penny, and Paul shouted together, “Not by the hair on our chinny chin chins!”

“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” the wolf yelled. He huffed and puffed with all his strength, but the brick house didn’t budge. The wolf, exhausted and out of breath, decided to try a different approach.

“I’ll climb down the chimney and surprise them!” the wolf thought. But Percy, being the cleverest of the three little pigs, had already guessed the wolf’s plan. He quickly lit a roaring fire in the fireplace and placed a large pot of boiling water on top.

As the wolf slid down the chimney, he landed straight into the pot of boiling water. “YOWWW!” he howled, leaping out of the chimney and running away as fast as his legs could carry him.

The three little pigs laughed and cheered. Percy said, “See? Hard work and careful planning saved the day!”

Penny nodded. “But creativity helped too,” she added.

Paul grinned sheepishly. “I’ve learned my lesson. Next time, I’ll think more carefully before I build anything.”

From that day on, the three little pigs stayed together, combining their talents to make a life full of fun, safety, and happiness. And as for the wolf? He never dared to bother the three little pigs again.

And so, the three little pigs lived happily ever after.