![]() And he blew down the little house of sticks. The wolf was really angry, so he followed the youngest pig to the house of sticks, where the pigs were singing “Who’s afraid of the big, bad wolf, the big, bad wolf, the big, bad wolf?, – Suddenly the wolf roared – “Open the door, Let me come in!” – ” “No, we won´t!” – said the pigs. “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” – roared the wolf. ![]() Away raced the little pig to his brother´s house of sticks. – “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” – cried the wolf – “Not by the hair on my chinny – chin- chin!” – said the little pig – “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” – roared the wolf.Īnd he blew the little straw house down. The little pig squealed with fright and slammed the door. Just as the first little pig reached his door, out of the woods came the big, bad wolf. When the three houses were finished, the three little pigs happily danced and sang: “Who’s afraid of the big, bad wolf, the big, bad wolf, the big, bad wolf?, Who’s afraid of the big, bad wolf, tra-la-la-laa!” He didn’t mind hard work because he wanted a strong house, and he knew that in the woods nearby there was a wolf who liked catch little pigs and eat them. The first little pig built himself a house of straw, the middle brother decided to build a house of sticks, which wasn´t a very strong house either, but the third pig, the oldest, decided to build a house of bricks. Once upon a time there were three little pigs and the time came for them to seek their fortunes and build their houses. The three little pigs, original version, (anonymous) So he gave up and disappeared, and the three little pigs never saw him again. When the wolf arrived he huffed and puffed but he couldn´t blow down the house of bricks. The three little pigs were really scared.
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