This is a modern-English version of The Story of the Three Little Pigs, originally written by Brooke, L. Leslie (Leonard Leslie).
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THE STORY
OF THE
THREE LITTLE PIGS
With drawings by L. Leslie Brooke
Frederick Warne & Co.
Frederick Warne & Co.
THE STORY OF THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.
Once upon a time 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.
Once upon a time, there was an old sow with three little pigs, and since she couldn't provide for them, she sent them out to find their own way in the world.
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 a house with it. Presently came along a Wolf, and knocked at the door, and said, "Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in."
The first one that left met a guy with a bundle of straw and said to him, "Hey, can I have that straw to build a house?" The guy agreed, and the little Pig used it to build a house. Shortly after, a Wolf came by, knocked on 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."
To which the Pig replied, "No, no, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin."
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!" said the Wolf. So he huffed and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the little Pig.
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!" said the Wolf. So he huffed and he puffed, and he blew his house down, and ate up the little Pig.
The second Pig met a Man with a bundle of furze, and said, "Please, Man, give me that furze to build a house"; which the Man did, and the Pig built his house.
The second Pig met a Man carrying a bundle of brush, and said, "Please, can you give me that brush to build a house?" The Man agreed, and the Pig built his house.
Then along came the Wolf and said, "Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in."
Then the Wolf showed up and said, "Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in."
"No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin."
"No, no, by the hair on my chinny chin chin."
"Then I'll puff and I'll huff, and I'll blow your house in!" So he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed, and at last he blew the house down, and ate up the second little Pig.
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!" So he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed, and finally he blew the house down and ate the second 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"; so the Man gave him the bricks, and he built his house with them. So the Wolf came, as he did to the other little Pigs, and said, "Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in."
The third little Pig encountered a Man carrying a load of bricks and said, "Hey, can I have those bricks to build a house?" So the Man gave him the bricks, and he built his house with them. Then the Wolf came, just like he did with the other little Pigs, and said, "Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in."
"No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin."
"No, no, by the hair on my chin."
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."
"Then I'll huff and puff, and I'll blow your house down."
Well, he huffed and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he 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."
Well, he huffed and puffed, and he huffed and puffed, and he puffed and huffed; but he could not blow the house down. When he realized that all his huffing and puffing wasn't working, he said, "Little Pig, I know where there's a nice field of turnips."
"Where?" said the little Pig.
"Where?" asked the little Pig.
"Oh, in Mr. Smith's home-field; and if you will be ready to-morrow morning, I will call for you, and we will go together and get some for dinner."
"Oh, at Mr. Smith's place; and if you're ready tomorrow morning, I'll pick you up, and we'll go together to get some for dinner."
"Very well," said the little Pig, "I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?"
"Alright," said the little Pig, "I'll be ready. What time are you planning to go?"
"Oh, at six o'clock."
"Oh, at 6 PM."
Well, the little Pig got up at five, and got the turnips and was home again before six. When the Wolf came he said, "Little Pig, are you ready?"
Well, the little Pig got up at five, grabbed the turnips, and was back home before six. When the Wolf arrived, he said, "Little Pig, are you ready?"
"Ready!" said the little Pig, "I have been and come back again, and got a nice pot-full for dinner."
"Ready!" said the little Pig, "I went and came back, and got a nice pot-full 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."
The Wolf was really angry about this, but figured he would find a way to deal with the little Pig; so he said, "Little Pig, I know where there's a nice apple tree."
"Where?" said the Pig.
"Where?" asked 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 to-morrow, and we will go together and get some apples."
"Down at Merry-garden," said the Wolf; "and if you won’t trick me, I’ll come for you at five o'clock tomorrow, and we’ll go together to get some apples."
Well, the little Pig woke at four the next morning, and bustled up, and went off for the apples, hoping to get back before the Wolf came; but he had farther to go, and had to climb the tree, so that just as he was coming down from it, he saw the Wolf coming, which, as you may suppose, frightened him very much. When the Wolf came up he said, "Little Pig, what! are you here before me? Are they nice apples?"
Well, the little Pig woke up at four the next morning, got busy, and set off for the apples, hoping to return before the Wolf showed up; but he had a longer way to go and had to climb the tree, so just as he was coming down, he spotted the Wolf approaching, which, as you can imagine, scared him a lot. When the Wolf reached him, he said, "Little Pig, what! Are you here before me? Are the apples good?"
"Yes, very," said the little Pig; "I will throw you down one." And he threw it so far that, while the Wolf was gone to pick it up, the little Pig jumped down and ran home.
"Yes, definitely," said the little Pig; "I'll throw one down to you." And he threw it so far that, while the Wolf was busy picking it up, the little Pig jumped down and ran home.
The next day the Wolf came again, and said to the little Pig, "Little Pig, there is a Fair in the Town this afternoon: will you go?"
The next day, the Wolf came back and said to the little Pig, "Hey, Pig, there's a fair in town this afternoon. Are you going?"
"Oh, yes," said the Pig, "I will go; what time shall you be ready?"
"Oh, yes," said the Pig, "I'll go; what time will you be ready?"
"At three," said the Wolf.
"At three," said the Wolf.
So the little Pig went off before the time, as usual, and got to the Fair, and bought a butter churn, and was on his way home with it when he saw the Wolf coming. Then he could not tell what to do. So he got into the churn to hide, and in doing so turned it round, and it began to roll, and rolled down the hill with the Pig inside it, which frightened the Wolf so much that he ran home without going to the Fair.
So the little Pig left early, like always, and got to the Fair, where he bought a butter churn. On his way home with it, he spotted the Wolf coming. He didn't know what to do, so he climbed into the churn to hide. As he did, he accidentally turned it around, and it started rolling down the hill with the Pig inside. This scared the Wolf so much that he ran home without going to the Fair.
He went to the little Pig's house, and told him how frightened he had been by a great round thing which came down the hill past him.
He went to the little Pig's house and told him how scared he had been by a big round thing that rolled down the hill past him.
Then the little Pig said, "Hah! I frightened you, did I? I had been to the Fair and bought a butter churn, and when I saw you I got into it, and rolled down the hill."
Then the little Pig said, "Ha! I scared you, didn’t I? I had been to the Fair and bought a butter churn, and when I saw you, I got into it and rolled down the hill."
Then the Wolf was very angry indeed, and declared he would eat up the little Pig, and that he would get down the chimney after him.
Then the Wolf was really angry and declared he would eat the little Pig, and that he would come down the chimney after him.
When the little Pig saw what he was about, he hung on the pot full of water, and made up a blazing fire, and, just as the Wolf was coming down, took off the cover of the pot, and in fell the Wolf. And the little Pig put on the cover again in an instant, boiled him up, and ate him for supper, and lived happy ever after.
When the little Pig saw what was happening, he grabbed the pot full of water, built a roaring fire, and just as the Wolf was coming down, he took the lid off the pot and the Wolf fell in. The little Pig quickly put the lid back on, boiled him up, ate him for dinner, and lived happily ever after.
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