The Three Little Pigs
The Three Little Pigs
The Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time there were three little pigs, who left their mummy
and daddy to see the world.
All summer long, they roamed through the woods and over the plains,
playing games and having fun. None were happier than the three little
pigs, and they easily made friends with everyone. Wherever they went,
they were given a warm welcome, but as summer drew to a close, they
realized that folk were drifting back to their usual jobs, and preparing for
winter. Autumn came and it began to rain. The three little pigs started to
feel they needed a real home. Sadly they knew that the fun was over
now and they must set to work like the others, or they'd be left in the
cold and rain, with no roof over their heads. They talked about what to
do, but each decided for himself. The laziest little pig said he'd build a
straw hut.
"It will only take a day,' he said. The others disagreed.
"It's too fragile," they said disapprovingly, but he refused to listen. Not
quite so lazy, the second little pig went in search of planks of seasoned
wood.
"Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!" It took him two days to nail them together. But
the third little pig did not like the wooden house.
"That's not the way to build a house!" he said. "It takes time, patience
and hard work to build a house that is strong enough to stand up to
wind, rain, and snow, and most of all, protect us from the wolf!"
The days went by, and the wisest little pig's house took shape, brick
by brick. From time to time, his brothers visited him, saying with a
chuckle.
"Why are you working so hard? Why don't you come and play?" But
the stubborn bricklayer pig just said "no".
"I shall finish my house first. It must be solid and sturdy. And then I'll
come and play!" he said. "I shall not be foolish like you! For he who
laughs last, laughs longest!"
It was the wisest little pig that found the tracks of a big wolf in the
neighborhood.
The little pigs rushed home in alarm. Along came the wolf, scowling
fiercely at the laziest pig's straw hut.
"Come out!" ordered the wolf, his mouth watering. I want to speak to
you!"
"I'd rather stay where I am!" replied the little pig in a tiny voice.
"I'll make you come out!" growled the wolf angrily, and puffing out his
chest, he took a very deep breath. Then he blew with all his might, right
onto the house. And all the straw the silly pig had heaped against some
thin poles, fell down in the great blast. Excited by his own cleverness,
the wolf did not notice that the little pig had slithered out from
underneath the heap of straw, and was dashing towards his brother's
wooden house. When he realized that the little pig was escaping, the
wolf grew wild with rage.
"Come back!" he roared, trying to catch the pig as he ran into the
wooden house. The other little pig greeted his brother, shaking like a
leaf.
"I hope this house won't fall down! Let's lean against the door so he
can't break in!"
Outside, the wolf could hear the little pigs' words. Starving as he was,
at the idea of a two course meal, he rained blows on the door.
"Open up! Open up! I only want to speak to you!"
Inside, the two brothers wept in fear and did their best to hold the
door fast against the blows. Then the furious wolf braced himself a new
effort: he drew in a really enormous breath, and went ... WHOOOOO!
The wooden house collapsed like a pack of cards.
Luckily, the wisest little pig had been watching the scene from the
window of his own brick house, and he rapidly opened the door to his
fleeing brothers. And not a moment too soon, for the wolf was already
hammering furiously on the door. This time, the wolf had grave doubts.
This house had a much more solid air than the others. He blew once,
he blew again and then for a third time. But all was in vain. For the
house did not budge an inch. The three little pigs watched him and their
fear began to fade. Quite exhausted by his efforts, the wolf decided to
try one of his tricks. He scrambled up a nearby ladder, on to the roof to
have a look at the chimney. However, the wisest little pig had seen this
ploy, and he quickly said.
"Quick! Light the fire!" With his long legs thrust down the chimney, the
wolf was not sure if he should slide down the black hole. It wouldn't be
easy to get in, but the sound of the little pigs' voices below only made
him feel hungrier.
"I'm dying of hunger! I'm going to try and get down." And he let
himself drop. But landing was rather hot, too hot! The wolf landed in the
fire, stunned by his fall.
The flames licked his hairy coat and his tail became a flaring torch.
"Never again! Never again will I go down a chimney" he squealed, as
he tried to put out the flames in his tail. Then he ran away as fast as he
could.
The three happy little pigs, dancing round and round the yard, began
to sing. "Tra-la-la! Tra-la-la! The wicked black wolf will never come
back...!"
From that terrible day on, the wisest little pig's brothers set to work
with a will. In less than no time, up went the two new brick houses. The
wolf did return once to roam in the neighborhood, but when he caught
sight of three chimneys, he remembered the terrible pain of a burnt tail,
and he left for good.
Now safe and happy, the wisest little pig called to his brothers. "No
more work! Come on, let's go and play!"
The End
Who are the main character of the story? little pigs (three little pigs)
What is the kind of the text? Narrative text
Who is the antagonist character of the story? Wolf
Why the first little pig’s house is broken? Because, straw hut is not
strong
What is the material of the second pig’s house? Wood
Who are the character of that story? Three little pigs, and wolf
What is the characteristic of the third little pig? Wise
Why the end of the story? The end is happy