The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, three little pig brothers lived in a forest full of tall trees, colorful flowers, and birds singing all around. They were the best of friends, but each one was quite different.

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The Three Little Pigs

A bedtime story for sweet dreams

Once upon a time, three little pig brothers lived in a forest full of tall trees, colorful flowers, and birds singing all around. They were the best of friends, but each one was quite different.

The first little pig was cheerful but a bit lazy. He built his house out of straw — it was quick and easy, and left him more time to sing and play!

The second little pig was a bit more hardworking. He made his house out of wood, using branches and logs he found nearby. He thought it was strong enough and didn’t want to spend too much time building.

The third little pig was the most careful of all.

He thought,

— “I want a house that keeps me safe from anything — even the Big Bad Wolf!”

So, he built his house with bricks and cement, working patiently every day until it was solid and strong.

But what the pigs didn’t know was that a hungry wolf was lurking in the forest. And he loved... little pigs!

First, the wolf went to the straw house. He knocked and said:

— “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”

— “Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!” replied the pig, shaking with fear.

— “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!”

And he did! With one big puff, the straw house flew into the air!

The little pig ran to his brother’s wooden house.

The wolf didn’t give up. He knocked on the wooden house and growled:

— “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!”

— “No way!” the brothers shouted.

— “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!”

He huffed and puffed — the house creaked and shook — and then crashed to the ground!

The two pigs ran as fast as they could to the brick house of their oldest brother.

The wolf followed, now tired but determined.

— “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!”

— “Not here, Mr. Wolf!” shouted the oldest pig.

— “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll...”

He huffed once, twice, three times...

But nothing happened! The brick house didn’t move an inch.

Then, the wolf tried to sneak in through the chimney — but he fell straight into a big pot of warm water (no harm done)! He yelped, jumped out, and ran away howling — never to return.

The three little pigs hugged each other in relief and learned an important lesson:

With hard work, patience, and sticking together, you can stand strong — even against a huffing, puffing wolf!

And they lived happily ever after, in their cozy brick house, filled with laughter, music, and wonderful moments between brothers.

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