The Three Little Pigs: Reprise

Author’s Note: This one was inspired by the unexamined question: “Why did the wolf want to come in, in the first place?” As it turned out, I’m glad asked.

            Once upon a time, there were three little pigs that set out to build their own homes and seek their fortunes in the wide world.

            After finding the perfect spot for a house, the first little pig gathered together a large pile of straw. Then he set to work twisting and weaving and tying the straw together. And soon he had built a house of his very own.

            Not long after, the first little pig was sitting and looking out the window when he saw a great big wolf coming up the road. Seeing the wolf frightened the little pig, because he knew all about wolves. He had once heard a story about a wolf that had gobbled up a little girl and her grandmother for no reason at all.

            So the little pig did the only thing he could — he jumped up out of his chair and closed and locked every window and door in his little straw house.

            Then, all of a sudden, came a loud knock on the door.

            “Little pig, little pig, let me in,” said the great big voice of the great big wolf.

            Now the first little pig was very frightened. But he summoned up his courage and shouted back.

            “Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!”

            “Well,” said the wolf, who was very angry at the rudeness of the little pig, “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 the first little pig ran away as fast as he could, squealing all the way.

            Meanwhile, the second little pig had also found a perfect spot for his house. So he gathered together a large pile of sticks and set to work bending and tucking and stacking the sticks together. And soon he had built a house of his very own.

            Not long after, the second little pig was working in the garden when he saw a great big wolf coming up the road. Seeing the wolf frightened the little pig, because he knew all about wolves. He had once heard a story about a wolf that had eaten a whole flock of sheep belonging to a foolish little boy for no reason at all.

            So the little pig did the only thing he could — he ran inside his little stick house and closed and locked every window and door.

            Then, all of a sudden, came a loud knock on the door.

            “Little pig, little pig, let me in,” said the great big voice of the great big wolf.

            The second little pig was now very frightened. But he summoned his courage and shouted back.

            “Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!”

            “Well,” said the wolf, who was very angry at the rudeness of the little pig, “then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”

             So he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the house in. And the second little pig ran away as fast as he could, squealing all the way.

            Now, while all this was going on, the third little pig found a perfect spot for his house, too. So he gathered together a large pile of bricks and set to work lifting and placing and cementing the bricks together. And soon he had built a house of his very own.

            Not long after, the third little pig was cooking in his kitchen when, all of a sudden, there came a loud knock on the door.

            “Little pig, little pig, let me in,” said the great big voice of the great big wolf.

            The third little pig peeked out the window to see who was at the door. Seeing the great big wolf frightened the little pig, because he had heard stories about big bad wolves. Like the wolf that had gobbled up a little girl and her grandmother and the wolf that had eaten a whole flock of sheep belonging to a foolish little boy.

            But he summoned his courage and shouted back.

            “Wait just a moment and I’ll let you in.”

            And the wolf waited a moment and the little pig let him in and welcomed him and offered him tea and cookies.

            “Thank you,” said the wolf happily, “I’ve had a terrible day and I’m very thirsty and hungry from my long walk. Tea and cookies would be wonderful!”

            So the wolf and the little pig sat and drank and ate and talked long into the evening. They were surprised at all the things they had in common and all the interests they shared. And by the time the wolf left for home late that night, they had become the best of friends.

            And later, as he lay down for bed, the third little pig thought to himself, “Boy, I sure am glad I let him in. If I had decided that he was the same as the wolves from those old stories, instead of getting to know him myself, we never would have become friends at all!”

            And the third little pig chuckled and rolled over and fell fast asleep.

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