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The Three Little Pigs - An English Fairy Tale
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Three little pigs building three little houses, and a very hungry wolf that meets a sticky ending.
– An English Tale –
ONCE upon a time there was an old sow who had three little pigs, and as she had not enough for them to eat, she said they had better go out into the world and seek their fortunes.
Now the eldest pig went first, and as he trotted along the road he met a man carrying a bundle of straw. So he said very politely:
“If you please, sir, could you give me that straw to build me a house?”
And the man, seeing what good manners the little pig had, gave him the straw, and the little pig set to work and built a beautiful house with it.
Now, when it was finished, a wolf happened to pass that way; and he saw the house, and he smelt the pig inside.
So he knocked at 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! by the hair of 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 in.”
So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in. Then he ate up little piggy and went on his way.
Now, the next piggy, when he started, met a man carrying a bundle of furze, and, being very polite, he said to him:
“If you please, sir, could you give me that furze to build me a house?”
And the man, seeing what good manners the little pig had, gave him the furze, and the little pig set to work and built himself a beautiful house.
Now it so happened that when the house was finished the wolf passed that way; and he saw the house, and he smelt the pig inside.
So he knocked at the door and said:
“Little pig! Little pig! Let me in! Let me in!”
But the little pig peeped through the keyhole and saw the wolf’s great ears, so he answered back:
“No! No! No! by the hair of 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 in! ”
So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in.
Then he ate up little piggy and went on his way.
Now the third little piggy, when he started, met a man carrying a load of bricks, and, being very polite, he said:
“If you please, sir, could you give me those bricks to build me a house?”
And the man, seeing that he had been well brought up, gave him the bricks, and the little pig set to work and built himself a beautiful house.
And once again it happened that when it was finished the wolf chanced to come that way; and he saw the house, and he smelt the pig inside.
So he knocked at the door and said:
“Little pig! Little pig! Let me in! Let me in!”
But the little pig peeped through the keyhole and saw the wolf’s great eyes, so he answered:
“No! No! No! by the hair of my chinny chin chin! ”
“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” says the wolf, showing his teeth.
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 any more. So he thought a bit. Then he said:
“Little pig! I know where there is ever such a nice field of turnips.”
“Do you,” says little piggy, “and where may that be?”
“I’ll show you,” says the wolf; “if you will be ready at six o’clock to-morrow morning, I will call round for you, and we can go together to Farmer Smith’s field and get turnips for dinner.”
“Thank you kindly,” says the little piggy, “I will be ready at six o’clock sharp.”
But, you see, the little pig was not one to be taken in with chaff, so he got up at five, trotted off to Farmer Smith’s field, rooted up the turnips, and was home eating them for breakfast when the wolf clattered at the door, and cried:
“Little pig! Little pig! Aren’t you ready?”
“Ready?” says the little piggy. “Why! what a sluggard you are! I’ve been to the field and come back again, and I’m having a nice potful of turnips for breakfast.
”
Then the wolf grew red with rage; but he was determined to eat little piggy, so he said, as if he didn’t care:
“I’m glad you like them; but I know of something better than turnips.”
“Indeed,” says little piggy, “and what may that be?”
“A nice apple tree down in Merry gardens with the juiciest, sweetest apples on it! So if you will be ready at five o’clock to-morrow morning I will come round for you and we can get the apples together.”
“Thank you kindly,” says little piggy. “I will sure and be ready at five o’clock sharp.”
Now the next morning he bustled up ever so early, and it wasn’t four o’clock when he started to get the apples; but, you see, the wolf had been taken in once and wasn’t going to be taken in again, so he also started at four o’clock, and the little pig had just got his basket half full of apples when he saw the wolf coming down the road licking his lips.
“Hullo!” says the wolf, “here already! You are an early bird! Are the apples nice?”
“Very nice,” says little piggy.
“I’ll throw you down one to try.”
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And he threw it so far away, that when the wolf had gone to pick it up, the little pig was able to jump down with his basket and run home.
Well, the wolf was fair angry; but he went next day to the little piggy’s house and called through the door, as mild as milk:
“Little pig! Little pig! You are so clever, I should like to give you a fairing; so if you will come with me to the fair this afternoon you shall have one.”
“Thank you kindly,” says little piggy, “what time shall we start?”
“At three o’clock sharp,” says the wolf, “so be sure to be ready.”
“I’ll be ready before three,” sniggered the little piggy. And he was! He started early in the morning and went to the fair, and rode in a swing, and enjoyed himself ever so much, and bought himself a butter-churn as a fairing, and trotted away towards home long before three o’clock.
But just as he got to the top of the hill what should he see but the wolf coming up it, all panting and red with rage!
Well, there was no place to hide in but the butter-churn; so he crept into it, and was just pulling down the cover when the churn started to roll down the hill—
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
Of course piggy, inside, began to squeal, and when the wolf heard the noise, and saw the butter-churn rolling down on top of him—
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
—he was so frightened that he turned tail and ran away. But he was still determined to get the little pig for his dinner; so he went next day to the house and told the little pig how sorry he was not to have been able to keep his promise of going to the fair, because of an awful, dreadful, terrible Thing that had rushed at him, making a fearsome noise.
“Dear me!” says the little piggy, “that must have been me! I hid inside the butter-churn when I saw you coming, and it started to roll! I am sorry I frightened you!”
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 off with the lid, and plump! in fell the wolf into the scalding water.
So the little piggy put on the cover again, boiled the wolf up, and ate him for supper.
This story was taken from the book:
Beauty and the Beast and Other Stories – Illustrated by John Hassall
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Once upon a time when pigs spoke rhyme And monkeys chewed tobacco, And hens took snuff to make them tough, And ducks went quack, quack, quack, O!
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.
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.”
To which the pig answered:
“No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin.”
The wolf then answered to that:
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the little pig.
The second little 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. Then along came the wolf, and said:
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”
“No, no, by the hair of my chiny 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 he ate up the 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.”
“No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin.”
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and 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.”
“Where?” said the little pig.
“Oh, in Mr. Smith’s Home-field, and if you will be ready tomorrow morning I will call for you, and we will go together, and get some for dinner.”
“Very well,” said the little pig, “I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?”
“Oh, at six o’clock.
”
Well, the little pig got up at five, and got the turnips before the wolf came (which he did about six) and who said:
“Little Pig, are you ready?”
The little pig said: “Ready! I have been and come back again, and got a nice potful 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.”
“Where?” said 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 tomorrow and get some apples.”
Well, the little pig bustled up the next morning at four o’clock, and went off for the apples, hoping to get back before the wolf came; but he had further 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?”
“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. The next day the wolf came again, and said to the little pig:
“Little pig, there is a fair at Shanklin this afternoon, will you go?”
“Oh yes,” said the pig, “I will go; what time shall you be ready?”
“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, which he was going home with, when he saw the wolf coming. Then he could not tell what to do. So he got into the churn to hide, and by so doing turned it round, and it rolled down the hill with the pig in it, which frightened 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. Then the little pig said:
“Hah, I frightened you, then. 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. 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, and in fell the wolf; so the little pig put on the cover again in an instant, boiled him up, and ate him for supper, and lived happy ever afterwards.
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How to Get Into This Book • Preface • Tom Tit Tot • The Three Sillies • The Rose-Tree • The Old Woman and Her Pig • How Jack Went to Seek His Fortune • Mr. Vinegar • Nix Nought Nothing • Jack Hannaford • Binnorie • Mouse and Mouser • Cap O’ Rushes • Teeny-Tiny • Jack and the Beanstalk • The Story of the Three Little Pigs • The Master and His Pupil • Titty Mouse and Tatty Mouse • Jack and His Golden Snuff-Box • The Story of the Three Bears • Jack the Giant-Killer • Jack the Giant-Killer • Henny-Penny • Childe Rowland • Molly Whuppie • The Red Ettin • The Golden Arm • The History of Tom Thumb • Mr.
Fox • Lazy Jack • Johnny-Cake • Earl Mar’s Daughter • Mr. Miacca • Whittington and His Cat • The Strange Visitor • The Laidly Worm of Spindleston Heugh • The Cat and the Mouse • The Fish and the Ring • The Magpie’s Nest • Kate Crackernuts • The Cauld Lad of Hilton • The Ass, the Table, and the Stick • Fairy Ointment • The Well of the World’s End • Master of All Masters • The Three Heads of the Well • Notes and References
"The Three Little Pigs and the Gray Wolf". English folk tale
"The Three Little Pigs and the Gray Wolf". English folk tale-
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Once upon a time there were three pig brothers Peak, Pak and Pok.
By winter, they decided to build themselves houses. Peak built a straw house, Pak built a wooden one, and Pok was the oldest and smartest and built a stone house with an iron roof. When the Gray Wolf came from the forest, he easily destroyed the houses of Peak and Pak, and only in the house of So far the piglets managed to escape.
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The Tale of the Three Little Pigs - translated by S.
V. Mikhalkova
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 they tumbled in the green grass, basked in the sun, basked in the puddles.
But autumn has come.
The sun was not so hot anymore, gray clouds stretched over the yellowed forest.
- 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. We may catch a cold. Let's build a house and winter together under one warm roof.
But his brothers didn't want to take the job. It is much more pleasant to walk and jump in the meadow on the last warm days than to dig the earth and carry heavy stones.
- Good luck! 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, - added Nif-Nif.
- Well, as you wish. Then I will build my own house, - said Naf-Naf. “I won't wait for you.
Every day it got colder and colder. But Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were in no hurry. They didn't even want to think about work. They were idle from morning to evening. 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.
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 most 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:0027 You won't find a better home,
You won't find it, you won't find it!
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.
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 built for himself! - said Nuf-Nuf.
"We haven't seen him in a long time!"
- Let's go see! Nif-Nif agreed.
And the two brothers, very pleased that they didn't have to worry about anything else, hid behind the bushes.
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 spread far across the lawn.
And Naf-Naf, as if nothing had happened, continued to lay the stone wall of his house, humming a song under his breath:
Of course, I'm smarter than everyone,
Smarter than everyone, smarter than everyone!
I build a house from stones,
From stones, from stones!
No animal in the world,
A cunning beast, a terrible beast,
Will not burst into this door,
Into this door, into this door!
— 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.
- He's afraid of being eaten! - added Nuf-Nuf.
And the brothers cheered even more.
- 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-Nuf, - 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 be here! - 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.
And the brothers rejoiced again and sang:
We are not afraid of the gray wolf,
Gray wolf, gray wolf!
Where do you go, stupid wolf,
Old wolf, dire wolf?
And suddenly they saw a real live wolf!
He was standing behind a large tree, and he had such a terrible look, such evil eyes and such a toothy mouth that a chill ran down Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf's backs and thin tails trembled finely. The poor pigs couldn't even move for fear.
The wolf prepared to jump, clicked his teeth, blinked his right eye, but the piglets suddenly came to their senses and, screeching throughout the forest, rushed to their heels. They have never run so fast before! Sparkling with their heels and raising clouds of dust, the piglets 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 from fear could no longer answer anything.
Then the wolf began to blow: “F-f-f-u-u-u!”.
Straws flew from the roof of the house, the walls of the house shook.
The wolf took another deep breath and blew for the second time: “F-f-f-w-w-w!”. 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.
The brothers had barely managed to lock themselves in when 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 better 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 they 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?
And the wolf didn't even think of going anywhere. He just stepped aside and hunkered down. He was very funny. He had a hard time keeping himself from laughing. How cleverly he 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 when they heard a knock.
- Who's there? they asked, their tails shaking again.
- It's me-me-me - poor little sheep! the wolf squeaked in a thin, alien voice. - Let me spend the night, I strayed from the herd and very tired!
- Let me in? the good Nif-Nif asked his brother.
- 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 is very angry. He failed to outsmart the pigs! He threw off his sheepskin and growled:
— Well, 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 were falling from the roof, the walls were trembling, but the house was still standing.
And only when the wolf blew for the fifth time, the house staggered and collapsed.
Only one door still 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 at that time to the house of Naf-Naf.
Brother quickly let them into the house. 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 himself, and sang loudly:0027 No animal in the world,
Cunning beast, terrible beast,
Won't open this door,
This door, this door!
But just then there was a knock on the door.
Who is knocking? Naf-Naf asked in a calm voice.
- Open without talking! came the rough voice of the wolf.
- No matter how! And I don't think so! - Naf-Naf answered in a firm voice.
- Oh so! 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 hard as 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 at 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 have a bite of fresh piglet today," thought the wolf, and after licking his lips, climbed into the chimney.
But, as soon as he began to descend the pipe, the pigs heard a rustle.
And when soot began to pour on the lid 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.
