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The Three Little Pigs
The story of The Three Little Pigs featured here has been adapted from different sources and from childhood memory. The primary sources are English Fairy Tales, retold by Flora Annie Steel (1922) with illustrations by L. Leslie Brooke from the 1904 version. This story is featured in our Favorite Fairy Tales and Children's Stories.
Once upon a time there was an old mother pig who had three little pigs and not enough food to feed them. So when they were old enough, she sent them out into the world to seek their fortunes.
The first little pig was very lazy. He didn't want to work at all and he built his house out of straw. The second little pig worked a little bit harder but he was somewhat lazy too and he built his house out of sticks. Then, they sang and danced and played together the rest of the day.
The third little pig worked hard all day and built his house with bricks. It was a sturdy house complete with a fine fireplace and chimney. It looked like it could withstand the strongest winds.
The next day, a wolf happened to pass by the lane where the three little pigs lived; and he saw the straw house, and he smelled the pig inside. He thought the pig would make a mighty fine meal and his mouth began to water.
So he knocked on the door and said:
Little pig! Little pig! Let me in! Let me in!
But the little pig saw the wolf's big paws through the keyhole, so he answered back:
No! No! No! Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!
Then the wolf showed his teeth and said:
Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down.
So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down! The wolf opened his jaws very wide and bit down as hard as he could, but the first little pig escaped and ran away to hide with the second little pig.
The wolf continued down the lane and he passed by the second house made of sticks; and he saw the house, and he smelled the pigs inside, and his mouth began to water as he thought about the fine dinner they would make.
So he knocked on the door and said:
Little pigs! Little pigs! Let me in! Let me in!
But the little pigs saw the wolf's pointy ears through the keyhole, so they answered back:
No! No! No! Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chin!
So the wolf showed his teeth and said:
Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down!
So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down! The wolf was greedy and he tried to catch both pigs at once, but he was too greedy and got neither! His big jaws clamped down on nothing but air and the two little pigs scrambled away as fast as their little hooves would carry them.
The wolf chased them down the lane and he almost caught them. But they made it to the brick house and slammed the door closed before the wolf could catch them. The three little pigs they were very frightened, they knew the wolf wanted to eat them. And that was very, very true. The wolf hadn't eaten all day and he had worked up a large appetite chasing the pigs around and now he could smell all three of them inside and he knew that the three little pigs would make a lovely feast.
So the wolf knocked on the door and said:
Little pigs! Little pigs! Let me in! Let me in!
But the little pigs saw the wolf's narrow eyes through the keyhole, so they answered back:
No! No! No! Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chin!
So the wolf showed his teeth and said:
Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down.
Well! he huffed and he puffed. He puffed and he huffed. And he huffed, huffed, and he puffed, puffed; but he could not blow the house down. At last, he was so out of breath that he couldn't huff and he couldn't puff anymore. So he stopped to rest and thought a bit.
But this was too much. The wolf danced about with rage and swore he would come down the chimney and eat up the little pig for his supper. But while he was climbing on to the roof the little pig made up a blazing fire and put on a big pot full of water to boil. Then, just as the wolf was coming down the chimney, the little piggy pulled off the lid, and plop! in fell the wolf into the scalding water.
So the little piggy put on the cover again, boiled the wolf up, and the three little pigs ate him for supper.
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English | The Three Little Pigs
The Three Little Pigs
Mrs Pig was very tired: 'Oh dear,' she said to her three little pigs, 'I can’t do this work anymore, I’m afraid you must leave home and make your own way in the world.' So the three little pigs set off.
The first little pig met a man carrying a bundle of straw.
'Excuse me,' said the first little pig politely. 'Would you please sell some of your straw so I can make a house?'
The man readily agreed and the first little pig went off to find a good place to build his house.
The other little pigs carried on along the road and, soon, they met a man carrying a bundle of sticks.
'Excuse me,' said the little pig politely. 'Would you please sell me some sticks so I can build a house?'
The man readily agreed and the little pig said goodbye to his brother.
The third little pig didn’t think much of their ideas:
'I’m going to build myself a much bigger, better, stronger house,' he thought, and he carried off down the road until he met a man with a cart load of bricks.
'Excuse me,' said the third little pig, as politely as his mother had taught him. 'Please can you sell me some bricks so I can build a house?'
'Of course,' said the man. 'Where would you like me to unload them?'
The third little pig looked around and saw a nice patch of ground under a tree.
'Over there,' he pointed.
They all set to work and by nighttime the house of straw and the house of sticks were built but the house of bricks was only just beginning to rise above the ground. The first and second little pigs laughed, they thought their brother was really silly having to work so hard when they had finished.
However, a few days later the brick house was completed and looked very smartwith shiny windows, a neat little chimney and a shiny knocker on the door.
One starlit night, soon after they had settled in, a wolf came out looking for food. By the light of the moon he espied the first little pig’s house of straw and he sidled up to the door and called:
'Little pig, little pig, let me come in.'
'No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin!' replied the little pig.
'Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!' said the wolf who was a very big, bad, and a greedy sort of wolf.
And he huffed, and he puffed and blew the house in. But the little pig ran away as fast as his trotters could carry him and went to the second little pig’s house to hide.
The next night the wolf was even hungrier and he saw the house of sticks. He crept up to the door and called:
'Little pig, little pig, let me come in.'
'Oh no, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!' said the second little pig, as the first little pig hid trembling under the stairs.
'Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!' said the wolf.
And he huffed, and he puffed and he blew the house in. But the little pigs ran away as fast as their trotters could carry them and went to the third little pig’s house to hide.
'What did I tell you?' said the third little pig. 'It’s important to build houses properly.' But he welcomed them in and they all settled down for the rest of the night.
The following night the wolf was even hungrier and feeling bigger and badder than ever.
Prowling around, he came to the third little pig’s house.
He crept up to the door and called:
'Little pig, little pig, let me come in.'
'Oh no, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!' said the third little pig, while the first and the second little pigs hid trembling under the stairs.
'Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!' said the wolf.
And he huffed, and he puffed and he blew but nothing happened. So he huffed and he puffed and he blew again, even harder, but still nothing happened. The brick house stood firm.
The wolf was very angry and getting even bigger and even badder by the minute.
'I’m going to eat you all,' he growled, 'just you wait and see.'
He prowled round the house trying to find a way in. The little pigs trembled when they saw his big eyes peering through the window. Then they heard a scrambling sound.
'Quick, quick!' said the third little pig.
'He’s climbing the tree. I think he’s going to come down the chimney.'
The three little pigs got the biggest pan they had, and filled it full of water and put it on the fire to boil. All the time they could hear the sound of the wolf climbing the tree and then walking along the roof.
The little pigs held their breath. The wolf was coming down the chimney. Nearer and nearer he came until, with a tremendous splash, he landed in the pan of water.
'Yoweeeee!' he screamed, and shot back up the chimney thinking his tail was on fire.
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It is believed that the story of the three little pigs and the wolf goes back to English folklore. The fairy tale came to the Soviet reader in a wonderful processing by Sergei Mikhalkov with the same note: "according to an English fairy tale.
" Unlike the English book original, where the piglets differed in color, Mikhalkov's piglets acquired names - Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf - and got rid of excessive bloodthirstiness. (At the end of the curtain English piglets boiled the wolf alive in a cauldron and ate it for dinner. At the soft-hearted Mikhalkov, the scalded wolf jumped back into the chimney, from there to the roof and ran into the forest.)
In general, the Russian version did not differ from the English one. Three pig brothers lived. The eldest and most intelligent pig Naf-Naf suggested that the brothers start building a strong and reliable house. Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf take the matter lightly. They do not want to help their brother, they lead a carefree life and at the very last moment they build flimsy, useless houses for themselves: Nif-Nif - from straw, Nuf-Nuf - from twigs. Above Naf-Naf, who is building a house of stone and with a solid oak door, they laugh: "What are you building? - the surprised Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf shouted in one voice.
- What is this, a house for a piglet or a fortress?" "The pig's house must be a fortress!" Naf-Naf calmly answered them.
A wise piglet builds not a house, but a fortress: “Of course, I am smarter than everyone else, I build a house of stones.” Naf-Naf is not just a builder pig, he is primarily a bricklayer .
In world history, the term "mason" is firmly associated with the movement of Freemasonry - a powerful branched organization that inherited the experience of the secret societies of the Middle Ages (masson, freemason - a freemason). Formally, for public opinion, the Freemasons declared a certain humanistic loyalty to the ideas of the moral improvement of society within the framework of the religion and state where this or that Masonic lodge is located.
The organization was distinguished by cosmopolitanism, in which English, French or Russian Masons were primarily obliged to defend the interests of the movement, and not of their homeland. Accordingly, the Freemasons were religiously omnivorous (faith in a higher principle, the Great Architect, was quite enough).
In fact, Freemasonry at all times was engaged in the formation of an elite fifth column within each state. Freemasons penetrated state structures: the bureaucracy, the army. Engaged in clan patronage, they successfully promoted the "brothers" through the ranks, provided them with all kinds of support - financial, political, for which they demanded the same return, and in this they were not much different from any sect with its rigid hierarchy and discipline. There was a complex system of initiation within the very structure of Freemasonry, a table of ranks, consisting of many degrees. All this increasingly complex system of secrecy made it possible to keep the plans of the Masonic elite secret.
The symbolism of Freemasonry - a trowel, a plumb line and a compass - goes back to the heraldry of the masons' guilds that existed in the 13th century. The appearance of these guilds was the result of the activities of the Knights Templar, which launched large-scale construction during its heyday.
Over a relatively short historical period - about a hundred years - more than 80 cathedrals were built at the expense of the order.
Freemasonry first makes itself known in the 17th century in England. In London, in 1717, the first Grand Lodge is founded, which is considered the mother lodge for all Freemasonry. But, according to some versions, the first four Masonic lodges were founded by Jacques de Molay, the last Grand Master of the Knights Templar. It is believed that in 1307 the Grand Master, already arrested, initiated the creation of lodges in custody - the genealogical connection of the Freemasons with the Templars is obvious.
Founded around 1119, the Knights Templar declared its task to be the protection of Christian pilgrims. But besides this, the order had another secret mystical task - the restoration of the Temple of Solomon (the very name "Templars" comes from temple - temple). The knights-templars chose the masons of Zerubbabel as a biblical model - a kind of union of a sword and a trowel.
The Templars have been a "brotherhood of stonemasons" since their founding.
"Of course, I'm smarter than everyone else, I build my house out of stones." "Bricklayer" Naf-Naf builds not only a fortress, but also a temple, that is, a temple (by the way, Dom in German means a cathedral or a temple).
"No animal in the world, a cunning animal, a terrible animal, will break through this door!" “What animal is he talking about?” - Ask Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf. “I'm talking about the wolf,” Naf-Naf replies.
In medieval Christian symbolism, the "wolf" is the destroyer of the flock. The symbolic "wolf" was distinguished by ferocity, cunning and greed. The state machine of France became such a fatal "wolf-destroyer" for the Templars. Philip the Handsome, with the support of Pope Clement V, carried out a swift punitive operation to "dispossess" the order. In an effort to give legitimacy to this arbitrariness, Philip organized show trials of the Templars. Arrests were made in the name of the Inquisition.
The Templars were charged with renouncing Jesus Christ, worshiping the idol of Baphomet (probably transformed by torture "Mohammed", since Baphomet's demonology did not know), homosexual orgies and other spiritual and carnal sins.
Grand Master Jacques de Molay died at the stake. The order was dissolved, the possessions of the Templars became the property of the king. Part of the property went to the Order of the Hospitallers. The German templars formed the Teutonic Order, the Portuguese - the Order of the Knights of Christ. The Templars were given asylum at the state level by England and Scotland. So the "masons" ended up on Albion.
So, the “wolf” is a state repressive machine that operates according to special rules, that is, according to the law. It is no accident that the wolf in the fairy tale blows on the houses of Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf. The wolf is bound by rules. He, for example, cannot set fire to the house or simply break it down. (In itself, “exhalation” is associated with a speech or sentence, the destructiveness of which is based on “hurricane” slander.
The same Templars were slandered by the Inquisition.) Straw and twig “temples” of piglets turned out to be weak before the “law”, therefore they fell.
By the way, the image of the “pig” itself is not so comical. Suffice it to recall that the forest pig is the future “boar”, which, as a heraldic symbol in the Middle Ages, denoted a courageous warrior who staunchly resists the enemy and is not inclined to retreat. The features of the "boar" are ferocity and courage. Suffice it to recall that the white boar's head was the breast emblem of Richard III.
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf flee from their devastated "temple" under the protection of the stone walls of Freemasonry - to Naf-Naf. No matter how hard the wolf tries, the strength of his lungs is not enough to destroy the House of Masons, built of "stone". The law is powerless. The wolf is cunning and tries to get into the Masonic temple through the chimney, that is, dishonestly, bypassing the law. Prior to this, the wolf, throwing on a sheep's clothing (a wolf in sheep's clothing is a biblical allusion), tried to trick Nuf-Nuf's house into the house.
Naf-Naf unravels the cunning plan of the wolf, who is trying to secretly infiltrate the Freemasons. The defiler (state) is waiting for a cauldron of boiling water.
One of the well-known symbols of Freemasonry is also a pyramid with an eye inside - the Radiant Delta (the fairy tale about piglets constantly wins back "threes" and "triangles": three piglets build three houses, then the three of them settle in the third house). The fireplace is a truncated pyramid. The cauldron into which the wolf fell is the all-seeing eye of the Masons.
An enemy attempting to enter the sanctuary has been discovered and destroyed. Cooked and eaten. Only this is no longer a Mikhalkov's fairy tale, but English, that is, Masonic folklore...
Three little pigs - Mikhalkov S. A fairy tale about three little pigs.
A fairy tale about three brothers-piglets who built houses for themselves. One brother built a house out of straw, another out of twigs and twigs, and a third out of bricks.
Once upon a time there were three little pigs in the world. Three brothers. All of the same height, round, pink, with the same cheerful ponytails. Even their names were similar. The piglets were called: Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf.
All summer the piglets tumbled in the green grass, basked in the sun, basked in the puddles. But now autumn has come.
- It's time for us to think about winter, - Naf-Naf once said to his brothers, waking up early in the morning. - I'm shivering from the cold. Let's build a house and winter together under one warm roof.
But his brothers didn't want to take the job.
- We'll make it! Winter is still far away. We'll take a walk, - said Nif-Nif and rolled over his head.
— When necessary, I will build a house for myself, — said Nuf-Nuf and lay down in a puddle.
“Me too,” Nif-Nif added.
- Well, as you wish. Then I will build my own house, - said Naf-Naf.
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were in no hurry.
All they did was play their pig games, jump and roll.
“Today we will take a walk,” they said, “and tomorrow morning we will get down to business.
But the next day they said the same thing.
It was getting colder and colder every day. And only when a large puddle by the road began to be covered with a thin crust of ice in the morning, the lazy brothers finally got to work.
Nif-Nif decided that it would be easier and more likely to make a house out of straw. Without consulting anyone, he did just that. By evening, his hut was ready. Nif-Nif put the last straw on the roof and, very pleased with his house, sang merrily:
Singing this song, he went to Nuf-Nuf. Nuf-Nuf, not far away, also built a house for himself. He tried to finish this boring and uninteresting business as soon as possible. At first, like his brother, he wanted to build a house out of straw. But then I decided that it would be very cold in such a house in winter. The house will be stronger and warmer if it is built from branches and thin rods.
And so he did. He drove stakes into the ground, intertwined them with rods, heaped dry leaves on the roof, and by evening the house was ready.
Nuf-Nuf proudly walked around him several times and sang:
I have a good house,
A new house, a solid house,
I am not afraid of rain and thunder,
Rain and thunder, rain and thunder!
Before he could finish the song, Nif-Nif ran out from behind a bush.
— Well, your house is ready! - said Nif-Nif to his brother. "I told you we'd get it over with quickly!" Now we are free and can do whatever we want!
— Let's go to Naf-Naf and see what kind of house he has built for himself! - said Nuf-Nuf. "We haven't seen him in a long time!"
— Let's go see! Nif-Nif agreed.
Naf-Naf has been busy building for several days now. He dragged stones, kneaded clay, and now slowly built himself a reliable, durable house in which one could hide from wind, rain and frost. He made a heavy oak door with a bolt in the house so that the wolf from the neighboring forest could not climb up to him.
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf found their brother at work.
— What are you building? - the surprised Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf shouted in one voice. - What is it, a pig house or a fortress?
- Piglet's home should be a fortress! Naf-Naf calmly answered them, continuing to work.
— Are you going to fight with someone? Nif-Nif grunted merrily and winked at Nuf-Nuf. And both brothers were so merry that their squeals and grunts carried far across the lawn. And Naf-Naf, as if nothing had happened, continued to lay the stone wall of his house, purring a song under his breath:0049 Don't break through that door!
I'm smarter than everyone, of course,
Smarter than everyone, smarter than everyone!
I build a house from stones,
From stones, from stones!
— What animal is he talking about? - Nif-Nif asked Nuf-Nif.
— What animal are you talking about? - Nuf-Nuf asked Naf-Naf.
- I'm talking about the wolf! - answered Naf-Naf and laid another stone.
- Look how afraid he is of the wolf! - said Nif-Nif.
- What kind of wolves can be here? - said Nif-Nif.
- There are no wolves! He's just a coward! - added Nuf-Nuf.
And they both began to dance and sing:
We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
Gray wolf, gray wolf!
Where do you go, stupid wolf,
Old wolf, dire wolf?
They wanted to tease Naf-Naf, but he didn't even turn around.
- Let's go, Nuf-Nif, - said then Nif-Nif. “We have nothing to do here!
And two brave brothers went for a walk. On the way they sang and danced, and when they entered the forest, they made such a noise that they woke up the wolf, who was sleeping under a pine tree.
— What's that noise? - the angry and hungry wolf grumbled with displeasure and galloped to the place where the squealing and grunting of two small, stupid pigs could be heard.
— Well, what kind of wolves can there be! - said at that time Nif-Nif, who saw wolves only in pictures.
- Here we will grab him by the nose, he will know! added Nuf-Nuf, who also had never seen a live wolf.
- Let's knock down, and even tie, and even with a foot like this, like this! Nif-Nif boasted.
And suddenly they saw a real live wolf! He stood behind a large tree, and he had such a terrible look, such evil eyes and such a toothy mouth that Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf had a chill running down their backs and thin tails trembled finely. The poor pigs couldn't even move for fear.
The wolf got ready to jump, snapped his teeth, blinked his right eye, but the piglets suddenly came to their senses and, squealing throughout the forest, rushed to their heels.
They have never run so fast! Flashing with their heels and raising clouds of dust, they each rushed to their home.
Nif-Nif was the first to reach his thatched hut and barely managed to slam the door in front of the wolf's very nose.
— Unlock the door now! the wolf growled. “Or else I’ll break it!”
— No, — grunted Nif-Nif, — I won't unlock it!
The breath of a terrible beast was heard outside the door.
— Unlock the door now! the wolf growled again. “Otherwise I’ll blow so hard that your whole house will fly apart!”
But Nif-Nif, out of fear, could no longer answer anything.
Then the wolf began to blow: “F-f-f-w-w-w!” Straws flew from the roof of the house, the walls of the house shook. The wolf took another deep breath and blew a second time: “F-f-f-u-u-u-u!”. When the wolf blew for the third time, the house was blown in all directions, as if it had been hit by a hurricane.
The wolf snapped his teeth in front of the little piglet's snout, but Nif-Nif deftly dodged and rushed to run. A minute later he was already at the door of Nuf-Nuf.
As soon as the brothers had locked themselves in, they heard the wolf's voice:
— Well, now I'll eat you both!
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf looked at each other in fear. But the wolf was very tired and therefore decided to go for a trick.
- I changed my mind! he said so loudly that he could be heard in the house.
“I won’t eat those skinny piglets!” I'll go home!
Did you hear? - Nif-Nif asked Nuf-Nif. He said he won't eat us! We are skinny!
- This is very good! - Nuf-Nuf said and immediately stopped trembling.
The brothers became merry and sang as if nothing had happened:
We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
Gray wolf, gray wolf!
Where do you go, stupid wolf,
Old wolf, dire wolf?
But the wolf didn't even think of leaving. He just stepped aside and hunkered down. He had a hard time keeping himself from laughing.
— How cleverly I deceived two stupid little pigs!
When the pigs were completely calm, the wolf took the sheep's skin and cautiously crept up to the house. At the door, he covered himself with skin and knocked softly.
Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were very frightened.
- Who's there? they asked, their tails shaking again.
- It's me, poor little sheep! the wolf squeaked in a thin, alien voice. - Let me spend the night, I strayed from the herd and very, very tired!
- You can let the sheep go! Nuf-Nuf agreed.
- A sheep is not a wolf!
But when the pigs opened the door, they saw not a sheep, but the same toothy wolf. The brothers slammed the door and leaned on it with all their might so that the terrible beast could not break into them.
The wolf got very angry. He failed to outsmart the pigs! He threw off his sheepskin and snarled,
“Wait a minute!” There will be nothing left of this house!
And he began to blow. The house leaned a little. The wolf blew a second, then a third, then a fourth time. Leaves flew off the roof, the walls shook, but the house still stood. And, only when the wolf blew for the fifth time, the house staggered and collapsed.
The door alone stood for some time in the middle of the ruins. In horror, the pigs rushed to run. Their legs were paralyzed with fear, every bristle trembled, their noses were dry. The brothers rushed to the house of Naf-Naf.
The wolf was catching up with them with huge leaps. Once he almost grabbed Nif-Nif by the hind leg, but he pulled it back in time and added speed.
The wolf also pressed on. He was sure that this time the piglets would not run away from him.
But he was out of luck again. The piglets quickly rushed past a large apple tree without even hitting it. But the wolf did not have time to turn and ran into an apple tree, which showered him with apples. One hard apple hit him between the eyes. A large lump jumped up on the wolf's forehead.
And Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf, neither alive nor dead, ran up to Naf-Naf's house at that time. The brother let them into the house and quickly bolted the door.
The poor piglets were so frightened that they could not say anything. They silently rushed under the bed and hid there.
Naf-Naf immediately guessed that a wolf was chasing them. But he had nothing to fear in his stone house. He quickly bolted the door, sat down on a stool and sang:
No animal in the world,
Cunning animal, terrible animal,0049 Will not open this door,
This door, this door!
But just then there was a knock on the door.
- Open without talking! came the rough voice of the wolf.
- No matter how! And don't think! - Naf-Naf answered in a firm voice.
— Oh, yes! Well, hold on! Now I'll eat all three!
- Try it! - answered Naf-Naf from behind the door, not even getting up from his stool. He knew that he and his brothers had nothing to fear in a solid stone house. Then the wolf sucked in more air and blew as best he could!
But no matter how much he blew, not even the smallest stone moved. The wolf turned blue from the effort. The house stood like a fortress. Then the wolf began to shake the door. But the door didn't budge either. The wolf, out of anger, began to scratch the walls of the house with his claws and gnaw the stones from which they were built, but he only broke off his claws and ruined his teeth. The hungry and angry wolf had no choice but to get out.
But then he raised his head and suddenly noticed a large, wide chimney on the roof.
- Yeah! Through this pipe I will make my way into the house! the wolf rejoiced.
He carefully climbed onto the roof and listened. The house was quiet.
I'm still going to eat some fresh pig today! - thought the wolf and, licking his lips, climbed into the pipe.
But as soon as he began to descend the pipe, the piglets heard a rustle. And when soot began to pour on the roof of the boiler, smart Naf-Naf immediately guessed what was the matter. He quickly rushed to the cauldron, in which water was boiling on the fire, and tore off the lid from it.
- Welcome! - said Naf-Naf and winked at his brothers.
The piglets did not have to wait long. Black as a chimney sweep, the wolf flopped right into the cauldron.
His eyes popped out on his forehead, all his hair stood on end.
With a wild roar, the scalded wolf flew back onto the roof, rolled down it to the ground, rolled over its head four times, and rushed into the forest.
And the three brothers, three little pigs, looked after him and rejoiced that they had so cleverly taught the evil robber a lesson.
