Wolf and the pigs

“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.

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!

The wolf and the pig (Ossetian fairy tale), fairy tales of the peoples of Russia about animals for kids, the smallest children of children, read online

There lived an old, very old pig. And that pig had three little pigs. One pig was named Time, another pig was called Warm, and the third pig was named Strong.

This pig lived in a deep forest ravine, in a small sakla. Every day she cooked porridge and fed the little piglets with that porridge. And then, as evening came, she put them to bed on straw beds.

So the old pig lived with her three piglets and did not know grief.

One day a pig was cooking porridge, and three little pigs were sitting right there in the sakla. They sat and looked either at their mother - an old pig, or at a cauldron of porridge.
Only suddenly they hear - someone is knocking on the saklya.

- Who is there? - asks the pig, and she ran to the door and looks through the crack.

He sees a little goat at the door. She pushed back the strong bolt and opened the door.

- Who are you and what wind brought you to my poor hut? - the pig asks the kid.

- I am the son of an old goat from a nearby ravine. My mother sent you a salted fish as a gift.

The pig took the fish from the kid. A big fish, its scales shine like fire. Fat drops and falls to the ground.

The old pig was delighted - she had not eaten fish for a long time - she even grunted with joy. She grunted and said to the kid:
- Say hello to your mother, the old goat.

- Good, - answered the kid, bleated goodbye and ran home.

And the pig returned to the hearth, fed the little pigs with hot porridge, and began to fish herself. She ate all the fish from head to tail, even ate the offal, even ate all the bones.

“It would be nice to eat such fish every day!” thought the old pig. Then she took her piglets into the yard, laid them in a warm puddle, and immediately lay down herself to warm the old bones in the sun.

How much, how little, the pig lay like that with her piglets, and finally she wanted to drink. She poked her nose into a puddle, and there was only dirt in the puddle. “It would be nice to drink water from a mountain stream!” thought the old pig.

She jumped up and said to her little piglets:
- You are lying here quietly in a puddle, and I will run to the river.

And she ran along the path straight to the river.

An old pig ran to a mountain river and began to drink cold water eagerly.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a wolf. I saw a pig, jumped on its back, grabbed its neck with sharp teeth and grunted:
- Well, now I'll eat you, pig. I have been salivating for a long time, looking at you, but only you didn’t come across to me in the clutches!

“Bad business! thought the pig. - Yes, only the wolf is angry, but there is no animal in the forest more stupid than him. I'll try to fool the wolf."

And the pig says in a gentle voice:
- I beg you, don't eat me, good wolf. My sides are stones, my head is a stump, my legs are pieces of wood. Have pity on your strong teeth, don't eat me. But I will treat you to glory - I will give you three of my piglets. And the pigs are not simple: fat, like wineskins ² fat, pink, like apples in the garden.

The wolf thought and said:
- You speak the truth, pig: your sides are stones, your head is a stump and your legs are pieces of wood. It's better to eat fat pig meat than to grind your teeth on your bones.

The pig heard the words of the gray wolf, was very happy, and said to the wolf in a sad voice:
- O gray and wise wolf! Tonight, when evening comes, come to our ravine. As you come to the ravine, click first the eldest pig, then the middle one, then the youngest. And when they come out to you, you eat them.

The wolf's eyes even flared up from these words. He snapped his teeth with joy and asked the pig:
- What are your piglets' names?

- The older one's name is Time, the middle one's name is Warm, and the younger piglet's name is Strong, - the pig answers the wolf.

- All right, - said the gray wolf, - I'll let you go home, and when evening comes, I'll come to the ravine for your piglets.

- Just be sure to come, don't deceive the old woman, the pig tells him. - And now I will feed my piglets so that they will be even fatter in the evening, - she said so and ran home.

- I'll come, how can I not come! - said the wolf and went into the dark forest.

Runs and thinks: “Well, this old pig is stupid! She gave me all her children, and she is also afraid that I will not come!”

And the pig ran to her yard, picked up little piglets from the puddle, fed them milk and led them to the hut. There she laid them on straw beds, locked the door tightly, and lay down herself next to the pigs.

And when evening came, a wolf came running from the dark forest and shouted:
- Hey, old pig! Tell Piglet Time to come and play blind man's blind man.

Then the pig from the sakli answers him:
- The time has already passed, O gray wolf! I put that piglet to sleep on a soft bed.

The wolf got angry, snapped his teeth and shouted again:
- Hey, old pig! Tell the little pig Warmly, let him come to the ravine with me to play hide and seek!

- It's warm in my hut, and my piglets are already sleeping soundly on straw beds! - again the pig answers the wolf.

The wolf jumped up in anger and shouted throughout the ravine:
- Hey, you old pig! Tell the youngest pig Strong, let him come play with dolls with me!

And the pig answers him:
- The door of my sakli is firmly closed, and the evil wolf will never enter it. Get out, grey, into the forest and be smarter next time!

- Wait, you will fall into my mouth! cried the wolf.

He screamed, howled, snapped his teeth and ran away along the forest path.

^[2] Waterskin - sheepskin bag.

Literature: Golden jug. Tales of the peoples of the Soviet Union. M.: Detgiz, 1952. - 132 p.
Fig. A. Teodoronsky

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Russian folk tale "The Pig and the Wolf"

Animals often become heroes of Russian folk tales. They are like speaking surnames or nicknames, in other books, they are able to tell about the characters, even if the inquisitive mind has not yet read a single line. For example, upon hearing the Long Noses, a man with a nose immediately appears before his eyes, longer than that of other people. And after reading Korotkonogov, the imagination draws a short young man with short legs.

The same analogy works with animals. Having met Lisa on the pages of a children's story, you expect to read about a dodgy and cunning minx. The bear is usually powerful, large and very often stupid, the Rooster is a bully, etc. The main characters of this folk tale lend themselves to the same principle. The pig here is dishonest, old and slow. The wolf, as always, is angry, cruel and gluttonous.

Summary of the text

The cunning animal decided to feast on the owner's goods, wanted to eat straw and pick flowers. Such behavior did not go unpunished, she was overtaken by an evil wolf. The pig wanted to save herself, and for her deliverance, she promised the Wolf to bring a herd of pigs. But the predator insisted on his own and ate the insidious fat woman.

After reading this children's story, one can come to the following conclusions:

— You should never behave like a pig, namely, put others under attack for your own benefit. Especially as the main anti-heroine did it - to bring defenseless pigs under mortal danger.

— One must respect everyone around. (In this story, the Pig does not respect anyone around, not the owners, whose land she destroyed, not her fellow pigs, just like her).

— It is better not to walk at night, especially without an escort. Indeed, perhaps if the Pig had not walked in splendid isolation, at night, the fairy tale could have ended differently.

- You should not go to places where danger can obviously await.

This children's story is a great example of how not to behave and what not to do. After reading it, the child will understand that bad deeds always lead to sad consequences, sometimes because of them you can lose not only property, but also, as in this case, life. The wolf here is also not the most positive character, because. committed a bad deed, but against the background of the deeds of the pig, it looks more profitable, which led to irreversible consequences for it. Therefore, in order not to encounter this, you must always obey your parents, do not spoil other people's property and do not wander at night.

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