The Three Little Pigs
ONCE upon a time, a long, long time ago, when little pigs learned to talk.
What's that? You didn't know that little pigs could talk?
Well, certainly you knew big pigs talked. But then, of course they could, for if they did not know how to talk, who would teach the little pigs?
Now that we’ve cleared that up, I'll tell you the story of the three little pigs.
Smack dab in the middle of an old Pine forest, lived Mrs Piggy and her three little pigs, Jiggy, Diggy and Ziggy.
Mr Piggy worked in the factory in the nearby town and came home to the forest whenever he could. The little family was just as happy as you might imagine a piggy family would be, until one sad day, Mr Piggy’s factory closed and he lost his job. Mr Piggy's plan was to travel to the big city with his co-workers to find another job and promised to return as soon as he could.
Mrs Piggy, with tears in her eyes, told the three little pigs, Jiggy, Diggy and Ziggy they must go out into the wide world to seek their fortunes because without Mr. Piggy they would be too poor to support the family.
And so, they went, happily down the road towards their fortunes.
Meanwhile in another part of the same forest, a little wolf, Wilber, had been taken aside by his mother and father and told that Mr Wolf had lost his job as well and Wilber with a bundle slung on a stick across his shoulder was setting out to seek his fortune too.
Now, it so happens that Jiggy, Diggy, Ziggy and Wilber all converged upon one another at an intersection not too far from their houses. Wilber had never seen a little pig before. Jiggy, Diggy and Ziggy, as we know, had never before met a wolf.
Now, I should tell you that when little pigs and little wolves are little, they are about the same size as one another. It’s only when they grow up that the wolves grow much, much larger than a pig and develop quite a nasty attitude, while pigs stay happy and friendly all their lives, so long as there is plenty of food.
Now, as I was saying, Jiggy, Diggy and Ziggy happily hopped down the path singing their favorite song and who do they run right into?
“Pardon me,” said Wilber.
“Pardon us,” said Jiggy, Diggy and Ziggy, in unison.
“No, pardon me,” said Wilber.
“No, pardon us,” said Jiggy, Diggy and Ziggy.
“No, I must ask you to pardon me,” said Wilber, emphatically.
Now, if you must know, wolves aren’t very smart. They are nothing like their cousin the fox, who is quite smart, indeed. But,wolves? No, not so much.
Jiggy, Diggy and Ziggy, in unison, again, said, “Very well, then, you’re pardoned.” And, proceeded on their way down the dirt path.
“Pardon me,” said Wilber, after the pigs had passed.
“Look, we already said we would pardon you, what more do you want from us?” snapped Ziggy.
“Well,” said Wilber, ignoring the nasty remark. “I see your packs slung across your back, just as mine – see? And, he turned around to show him his back. “And,” he continued, “I must assume you are going out to seek your fortunes as am I? May I come along with you?
Jiggy, Diggy and Ziggy huddled together. Wilber shuffled his feet in the dirt path, nervously, waiting for the pigs okay. Jiggy and Diggy would raise their heads once in a while to look at Wilber, which caused Wilber to become even more nervous. For truth be told, Wilber was very unsure of himself, and not at all sure where he was to find this fortune he was seeking and he felt certain the pigs knew where it was.
After quite a long discussion, Ziggy turned to Wilber and said, “Very well, come along, but mind you, you must behave.”
“Oh, I will behave,” answered Wilber, happier than he’d been since leaving his house that morning.
The little group had not gone far when they met a little girl, carrying a basket of bread. “Hello,” said Jiggy, Diggy and Ziggy, in unison.
“Hello,” said Wilber.
“Hello,” said the little girl.
“Are you going off to seek your fortune too?” asked Wilber.
“Oh, no,” said the little girl. “I am going to visit my grandma.”
“That’s nice,” said Jiggy, Diggy and Ziggy in unison. “It must be nice to have a grandma.” Wilber shook his head in agreement, but didn’t speak.
“Would you like to come too?” asked the little girl.
Jiggy, Diggy and Ziggy and Wilber huddled together. Every now and again Wilber would raise his head and look at the little girl, but Ziggy would swat him on his head, Wilber would flinch and return to the huddle. Finally, they agreed and the little group set out on the dirt path to visit Grandma.
They had not gone very far, when they met a man who was carrying a bag of straw. Jiggy said, “Oh, look, I have always wanted to build a house of straw. I will ask the man if I can have some of his straw to build a very nice house right here on the forest path, and you must promise when you find our fortunes, you will bring mine back to me.”
"Please, mister, give me that straw so I might build me a house?" Jiggy was quite lucky that day, for the man was a very nice man and he gave Jiggy the bundle of straw, and Jiggy set about building a nice little house.
Diggy, Ziggy, Wilber and the little girl, whose name was Rebecca, left Jiggy behind and continued on to Grandma’s house.
They had not gone very much farther when Diggy noticed a man building a house of twigs. “Oh, look,” said Diggy, “that’s the kind of house I’ve always wanted.” And he went to ask the man if he might use his extra twigs to build a house right there next to his. Of course, the man said he had more than enough twigs and would be happy to share and so Diggy stayed behind when Ziggy, Wilber and Rebecca continued down the path towards Grandmas.
No sooner had Diggy finished his house of twigs when along came a frantic knock at his door.
“Diggy, Diggy, let me in. 'Tis, I, your brother, Jiggy and I’ve horrible news.
Diggy quickly opened his door to see his brother, Jiggy, bruised and battered and shaking horribly.
Pushing Diggy aside Jiggy dashed through the door and closed it with a slam.
“Oh, Diggy,” said Jiggy, “the most horrible thing happened not minutes after I finished my house of straw. It was such a fine house, too. I had just brewed a cup of tea and sat to admire my work, when there came a knock at the door.
Knock, knock, knock, it went.
And a voice said, ‘little pig, little pig, let me come in.’"
“Was it a new neighbor,” asked Diggy?
“No,” said Jiggy.
“Oh, was it a traveler,” asked Diggy?
“No,” said Jiggy.
“Oh, was it the preacher,” asked Diggy?
“No, it wasn’t the preacher” said an aggravated Jiggy. “It was a big . . . ,” Jiggy hunched his shoulders and seemed to be trying to come up with the right word and then blurted “It was a big ‘Wilber’! But he wasn’t like Wilber at all. No he was not nice, not one bit!
“Oh, my,” said Diggy.
“Since he looked just like Wilber only bigger, I thought he might be my new friend, so I let him in. And, no sooner had he come in and I offered him tea, he said ‘I think I’ll have tea to drink and you to eat!” And, he began to chase me around my new house.”
“Wilber wouldn’t do that,” said Diggy.
“Of course not,” said Jiggy, “but this big one most certainly did do that.”
“Then what happened?” asked Diggy.
“Well, I squealed and I squawked and screeched as loud as I might and I ran for my back door and when I opened the door I smacked him in the head with the door, ‘cause he was following ever so close to me, which caused him to fall backward and I rolled up in a ball and down I rolled all the way here to your new house. And here I am and I do so hope he hasn’t followed me.”
And, just then, came a knock at the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Who’s there,” said Jiggy and Diggy, in unison.
"Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in."
"No, no, no, not by the hair of our chinny-chin-chins." Said Jiggy and Diggy, in unison.
"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!" said the wolf. So he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and, yes, he blew the house in.
But, what do you think? Diggy and Jiggy were no where to be found. You see, even though the big bad wolf was strong and could blow down the house, he wasn’t very smart. Remember I told you that wolves aren’t very smart? Of course you do, ‘cause YOU ARE very smart.
Diggy and Jiggy were already running as fast as their little piggy legs could carry them towards Grandma’s house. And as luck would have it, they arrived at Grandma’s just minutes before the big bad wolf who had been following quickly behind them. They really were quite fast little runners, don’t you think?
Diggy and Jiggy having told their sad stories to Ziggy, Wilber, Rebecca, Grandma and Grandma’s friend the very strong woodsman, were quite ready for their visitor.
Knock, knock, knock
“Who’s there”? said Grandma, in her soft spoken grandma voice.
“It’s me, your friend and neighbor, Mr Wolfe, I’ve come for tea.”
“I’m sorry,” said Grandma, “but I am out of tea. Do pass by and you shall find tea somewhere down the road, I’m sure. Good day.”
And, what do you think? Did the wolf leave?
No, no, no. He did not. Instead, he said, “Coffee will do.”
“I’m sorry,” said Grandma, “but I am out of coffee as well. Do pass by and you shall find coffee somewhere down the road, I’m sure. Good day.”
“Do you have juice,” asked the wolf?
“No juice,” answered Grandma.
“Oh, yes, water I have,” said Grandma. “But I am very old and not very strong, you must fetch it for me, please, and we shall drink together.
“I will do that,” said the wolf. “Where is your bucket?”
“You will find a bucket sitting beside the well which is behind my cottage,” said Grandma.
Meanwhile, the three little pigs, Ziggy, Jiggy, Diggy, Wilber and the Woodsman had all crept out of the cottage and were waiting in the bushes beside the well, while Rebecca stayed with Grandma in the cottage.
When the big bad wolf leaned over the side of the well, bucket in hand, and began to scoop for water, the crafty crew jumped out from their hiding place and gave the big bad wolf such a shove that he fell tumbling, head over paws, paws over head, down, down, down, into the very deep well.
“Hey,” he yelled at the five faces looking down at him over the edge of the well above. “That wasn’t nice!”
“No, it wasn’t,” said Wilber. “And, neither was huffing and puffing and blowing down houses. And, neither was scaring and chasing little piggies. And, neither was trying to scare my friend Grandma. You are very bad and I'm ashamed to call you a wolf. Obviously, no one taught you how to be a good wolf, like my mother and father taught me. And, as far as I'm concerned, wolf or not, for all of the bad things you have been doing lately, you can just stay down there and bob around in the water until you learn your lesson!"
"Or, for forever!” said the three little pigs, Jiggy, Diggy and Ziggy, in unison.
Now, what do you think? Did the wolf finally learn his lesson and agree to be a nice wolf?
Or, do you think he might still be bobbing around in Grandma’s well to this very day?
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