Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who lived with their mother in ameadow. One day the mother pig said to the three little pigs, "You need to go outinto the world and make your own way." So they waved "goodbye" and out intothe world they went.The pigs decided to build houses near the woods. A big bad wolf lived in thewoods. He was not happy when he saw the three little pigs building houses nearby.The first little pig was lazy. He made a house of straw. The big bad wolf huffedand puffed and blew it down.The second little pig worked a little harder than the first little pig. He made ahouse of twigs. The big bad wolf huffed and puffed and blew the house down.The third little pig made a house of bricks. The big bad wolf huffed and puffedand huffed and puffed. But the house did not fall down. This made the big badwolf very, very angry. He went up on the roof and tried to get into the housethrough the chimney. He climbed into the chimney and slid down into a pot ofboiling water. He ran out of the house and never came back!

Once upon a time, there were some pigs loved their lives and were happy all the time. One day their mother pig kindly decided to help them achieve independence. The pigs worked hard. It was scary to be by themselves. One pig felt lazy after all the work and gave up. Another pig did a little more work but soon got discouraged. The last pig was energetic and invigorated. One day they came into great danger. The first pig was terrifiedhis house was not safe! He felt more comfortable in his brother pigs house. That house was not safe either. Finally, the last house, the last house that felt like home, was safe and secure. Danger was defeated, and the pigs were relieved and lived in peace for the rest of their lives.

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 [sticks], 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 couldnotget 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 around, 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 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, "Ha, 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 hewouldeat 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 happily ever afterwards.

In time past, though not long ago, there lived pigs. In stature...little. In number...three. Who being of an age both entitled and inspired to seek their fortune. Did set about to do thusly. When they had traveled a distance, pig numbered first spake. Saying, "Harken brethren, heed this tempestuous realm." "Tarry we long from hearth and home we shall fare, I fear, [snort] not well." And so being collectively agreed but individually impelled, The diminutive swine set about each to erect for himself an abode. Pig numbered One did construct his house from straw. Pig numbered Two did likewise. Though, rather, not from straw, instead from sticks. Meanwhile, unique in his imaginings, pig numbered Three did erectus his domicile, Stalwart and garish, a structure made from brick entirely. Soon there happened along,as is frequently the scenario in classic tale of protagonist pig, or redhooded child... A wolf. Carnivorous nature in full season he called out to the straw ensconced swine. Saying, "Pray thee, little pig, grant me entrance." But pig One recalled with sage foreboding that, "He is mad who trusts in the tameness of a belly-pinched wolf." And responded immediately, "Nay! It shall not be!" "Indeed, not by whit or whiskered jowl!" Prepared for this most expected response, the wolf replied immediately. "Then steel thyself little pig." "Forthwith shall I endeavor by employing means both huffing and puffing to dismantle yon flaxen fortress." Whereupon there issued forth from the wolf an exhale of gale proportions, That quickly rendered straw hovel to dregs and dross and carried aloft piglet and shattered quarters both. Exposed now to claw and fang, piglet One made haste, wolf in pursuit, To the stick festooned sanctum of peccary secondary. Causing pig Two to cry out in dismay, "Well! This knots my knickers!" "The marshaling of feral wolf to my doorstep is nowhere among those endeavors amenable or congenial." "A thousand pardons," squealed One. "T'would seem the beast's maim-full breath has purged me of home and sound judgment alike!" The mighty maelstrom of the wolf's exhale splattered second swine's shack and shortened his sanctimonious scolding simultaneously. "Lo! And Behold!" squealed Two. "Stand we now amid wooden wreckage tremulous and vulnerable." "With nary a strategy for eschewing the canine devourer looming in deadly proximity." "Strategy!" squealed One. "While 'tis noble to contemplate tactical particularities," "Pressed as we are with the time restraint forbidding detailed strategical conversations," "I would urge we RUN!" "Wee wee wee wee wee wee wee!" Whether by their own fleet-footed competence or the wolf's winless attitude, The diminutive swine arrived at their ultimate kindred neighbor's inexpungeable brick ingress unscathed. Upon the third pig's door with urgent hooves they pounded. Calling out, "Unbar this entrance and with haste we beseech thee!" The third pig hailed from the American Colonies. And possessing a vocabulary substantially less robust than his impromptu visitors, replied, "Say what?" "Seek we sanctuary!" they implored on the verge of hysteria. "Lest we fall forthwith to the ravenous appetency of yonder approaching carnivore!" Still confounded by their importunate words, pig Three did render ajar his portal. Whereupon One and Two spilled through and collapsed beyond the threshold, enervated. "So, y'all just wanted to come in?" "You could'a said that." The sinister hiss of the wolf could once again be heard outside. "Pray thee, pigs, grant me entrance." "The wolf!" said One and Two. "Wolf?" said Three. "What'd ya suppose he wants?" "He seeks to gain purchase within." "Indeed he would occupy this very alcove were he but afforded the most meager of opportunities." "Right." "I'm just gonna go ask him what he wants." "Under no circumstances!" squealed Two, flinging self bodily against the portal. "There is naught to be gained accosting external opponent." "Save our own immediate demise!" "What did you say about my Momma?" House and occupants were again engulfed in a malevolent blast of wolfish wind. The foundation shook, the frame rattled. And lo, to the astonished eyes of piglet and encroaching scoundrel alike, Stood the third pigs lodging, undaunted. Aghast and dismayed, pig Two queried of Three. "How does against such relentless and torrential onslaught this domicile endure?" Pig Three, puffed out chest, tapped a hoof to the hearth and responded. "It's American Made."

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs - ages 2, 4, and 6. Are their ages even or odd?Each little pig wanted to build a house. Pig #1 wanted to build a house of straw. Straw costs $4 a bundle. He needs 9 bundles. How much will he spend?The 2nd little pig wanted to build a house of sticks. Each bundle of sticks weighs 5 pounds. Pig#2 needs 10 bundles. How much will they weigh?Pig #3 wanted to build a house of bricks. Each side of his 4-sided house needs 100 bricks. How many bricks will he need?How many different ways could the pigs arrange their houses?Pig #1 worked on his house 3 hours a day for 2 days. How long did he work?Pig #2 built his house in 8 hours. He worked for 4 days. How many hours did he work each day?Pig #3 worked for 16 hours. How much longer did he work than Pig # 2?While they were walking, a very large wolf saw them. He was starving. "What a swell meal they'd make," he thought. If he could get 5 pork chops from each one, how many pork chops could he make?Pig # 1 was getting crabby. He felt something was wrong. "We're being followed!" he screamed. "Let's run for home!" The pigs ran and ran. They ran 4 miles in 2 minutes. How many miles did they run each minute?When they got home, Pig #1 heard a knock at his door. "Little Pig, Little Pig let me in!" (Everyone) "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!" Now the wolf was angry. He huffed and puffed and blew the house down! Little Pig No. 1 screamed and ran back to No. 2's house, which was 125 ft. away. About how far was that?Wolf was really angry now - and hungry too! At the stick house he cried, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in." (Everyone) "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!" "Oh yeah?" said the wolf. "I'll show you!" And he brought out his high powered fan he got on sale at Osco for $9.98. About how much was the fan?It took only 1 minute to blow down the stick house. How many seconds is that?Yes, the stick house blew down too. Both pigs went squealing down the road to their brother, who like all big brothers said, "I told you so!" And they sat down to watch TV. Their favorite show, Pigmalion, comes on at 8:00 p.m. It was 7:30 p.m. How long did they have to wait for their program?Anyway, this wolf wasn't stupid. He knew he couldn't blow down the brick house without popping a lung so he thought...."I'll just get in my 1963 Volkswagen and run this house down!" If it's 1999, how old was the car?

Well, Mr. Wolf hadn't taken very good care of his old car, and Pig #3 did a pretty good job with those bricks, In a contest between bricks and a Volkswagen Beetle, the house won. The pigs were able to make 3 lovely furs for winter, and quit their jobs to sell scrap metal. If the car weighed 1 ton, how many pounds is that?

How much money would they make selling scrap metal at $1.72 a pound? Round the selling price of scrap metal to the nearest dollar.

And so they lived happily ever after now with their successful pig-iron business. If each pig earns $100 a week, how much will they earn altogether for their week's work?

Once there was a mig bomma sow who lived with her pee little thriglets on a big fog harm. They lived a line fife slopping with gorge and wallowing in the pud muddle and all, until one night when the sig pow took the pee little thrigs aside for a tearious salk. "Oink," she wide, creeping. "Oink, oink oink!" (Or, to verbaphrase her porridge, "Boys, you header bed for the yorest fonder before harmer Fank bakes macon!")So a few dours before haybreak, the pee little thrigs set out to fake their mortune in the feep dorest. Now the lirst fiddle pig's name was Joe. Poe jig said, "I'm gonna build me a haw strouse," and he began strickin' up paw. The second piddle lig's name was Luke, and Puke lig said, "I'm gonna build me a hick stouse," and he began stickin' up pigs. Now the lird piddle thig's name was Dave. He was a mite barter than his smothers, earning him the name pigtickle prack. Pave dig said, "I'm gonna build me a hone and storter mouse," and he began erecting clocks.Now I won't same to clay that streaving waw or sighing ticks is easy 'cause it tain't rue, but it sell of a hot limper than stortaring moans, and by the time Pave dig had the fox riled for his pyreplace, the other poo tigs were bun dildin' and tootin' for ruffles. "Look at pigtickle prack," the pool crigs laughed, "pettin' like a swig over his stig bones." But pigtickle prack had seen tolf wacks that day, and he wept kurking.Eventually the hone stouse was done, and all bree throthers had dwellable livings. Pave dig never did tell the other poo tigs about the tolf wracks, so Poe jig was shighty mocked to wake up to the sounds of walivatin' soof. "Piddle lig, piddle lig, ket me lum in!" "Not by the chuzz on my finny fin fin!""Then I'll larf and I'll barf and I'll hoe your blouse down!"So the wolf larfed and he barfed and he hew the blouse down, whereupon Poe jig run off to Puke lig's house and broke his wother. That wungry holf was right behind. "Piddle ligs, piddle ligs, I wants two pat figs, I does!""Not by the muzz on my fuzzly fuzzle fuzz!" said Puke lig."Then I'll larf and I'll barf and I'll hoe your blouse down!"So the wolf larfed and he barfed and he hew the blouse down. Loe and Juke freely reeked and run off to the hock rouse and dolted the bore. The wungry holf got there quite rick, but not nasty fuff."Piddle ligs, piddle ligs, undolt the bore!" "Not by the mollicles on my fandible!" said Pave dig (who never missed a chance to use a wig bird)."Then I'll larf and I'll barf and I'll hoe your blouse down!"Pave dig just smiled and said, "Woe blay!"So the wolf larfed and he barfed and he larfed and he barfed, till he was foo in the blace, with no effectable notice on the stock ructure. The wig bad bolf sat down to cogitate on this uneventful prediction, when he noticed the choking smimney. Not bein' a very wart smolf, he chimed the climney and dropped tail first into a boiling stot of poo.That wolf earned his bass and just about everything else that day, since Pave dig clammed the slover on the poo stot, leaving the other poo tigs mealing in squirthful reverie. Pave dig turned to his overweight brothers and said, "Molf wheat is beaner than leef, and it would bepig you hooves to conduce your resumption of faturated sats." The very next day they started a diet of vegetabically grown organelles, and they began electing crocks for two new hock roams for Lo and Puke jig.

Way back in Once Upon a Time time, I was making a birthday cake for my dear old granny. I had a terrible sneezing cold. I ran out of sugar. So I walked down the street to ask my neighbor for a cup of sugar. Now this neighbor was a pig. And he wasn't too bright either. He had built his whole house out of straw. Can you believe it? I mean who in his right mind would build a house of straw? So of course the minute I knocked on the door, it fell right in. I didn't want to just walk into someone else's house. So I called, "Little Pig, Little Pig, are you in?" No answer. I was just about to go home without the cup of sugar for my dear old granny's birthday cake.That's when my nose started to itch. I felt a sneeze coming on. Well I huffed. And I snuffed. And I sneezed a great sneeze.And you know what? The whole darn straw house fell down. And right in the middle of the pile of straw was the First Little Pig - dead as a doornail. He had been home the whole time. It seemed like a shame to leave a perfectly good ham dinner lying there in the straw. So I ate it up. Think of it as a cheeseburger just lying there. I was feeling a little better. But I still didn't have my cup of sugar . So I went to the next neighbor's house. This neighbor was the First Little Pig's brother. He was a little smarter, but not much. He has built his house of sticks. I rang the bell on the stick house. Nobody answered. I called, "Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?" He yelled back."Go away wolf. You can't come in. I'm shaving the hairs on my shinny chin chin."I had just grabbed the doorknob when I felt another sneeze coming on. I huffed. And I snuffed. And I tried to cover my mouth, but I sneezed a great sneeze.And you are not going to believe this, but the guy's house fell down just like his brother's. When the dust cleared, there was the Second Little Pig - dead as a doornail. Wolf's honor. Now you know food will spoil if you just leave it out in the open. So I did the only thing there was to do. I had dinner again. Think of it as a second helping. I was getting awfully full. But my cold was feeling a little better. And I still didn't have that cup of sugarr for my dear old granny's birthday cake. So I went to the next house. This guy was the First and Second Little Pig's brother. He must have been the brains of the family. He had built his house of bricks. I knocked on the brick house. No answer. I called, "Mr Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?" And do you know what that rude little porker answered? "Get out of here, Wolf. Don't bother me again."Talk about impolite! He probably had a whole sackful of sugar. And he wouldn't give me even one little cup for my dear sweet old granny's birthday cake. What a pig!I was just about to go home and maybe make a nice birthday card instead of a cake, when I felt my cold coming on. I huffed And I snuffed. And I sneezed once again.Then the Third Little Pig yelled, " And your old granny can sit on a pin!" Now I'm usually a pretty calm fellow. But when somebody talks about my granny like that, I go a Little crazy. When the cops drove up, of course I was trying to break down this Pig's door. And the whole time I was huffing and puffing and sneezing and making a real scene.The rest as they say is history.The news reporters found out about the two pigs I had for dinner. They figured a sick guy going to borrow a cup of sugar didn't sound very exciting.So they jazzed up the story with all of that "Huff and puff and blow your house down"And they made me the Big Bad Wolf. That's it The real story. I was framed. "

The three little pigs are a classic fairy tale, but upon closer inspection, I believe that they are more relevant than ever. You see in the days of Patriot Acts, terrorist attacks and Guantanamo Bays this story offers more than meets the eye. Let's look at what the main characters represent before I weave my tale for you.Pig #1This is the working class. They spend so much time trying to make ends meet that they cannot spend a lot of money on their homes. This is why the first pig was forced to make his house out of straw. He couldn't afford anything else. Also, many of the working class people in this country are first or second generation American. This makes them quite vulnerable in today's suspicious society.Pig #2This is the middle class. Their house is made of sticks or wood. The craftsmanship is a little more durable because they have a bit more disposable income. However, the middle class is in peril. It is shrinking at an alarming rate as we become a dichotomous society of rich and poor.Pig #3This is the upper class, the wealthy. They own and control most of the resources in this country. They could afford the more expensive brick as a building material, and they can afford to pay skilled laborers to construct it. The upper class is virtually untouchable.The WolfFull of hot air...hmm, can you say politician? Of course you can. The wolf represents our government, more specifically the Department of Homeland Security. He comes to your door and demands to be let in so that they can ransack your home for evidence of terrorist activities.Our StoryThe first little pig builds his house of straw. He is most likely a hard-working immigrant with limited means. One day the Department of Homeland Security shows up and demands to be let inside because of a threat against national security. The pig tries to refuse, but his house is immediately destroyed and he forced back to his native country. Now that the immigrants and the poor have been sponged from the country, the wolf sets his sights on the middle class or the pig with his house of wood. This pig has the resources to put up more of a fight, but in the end the government has become so powerful that the middle class is destroyed. Since we are now a country bereft of immigrants, the middle class disappears and they become the working class. Now, the government has one more target, the wealthy. The wealthy are not even the slightest bit scared of the government because they know that their money will keep them safe. The government may try to tax the wealthy, but the wealthy can set up tax shelters and dummy corporations to hide their money. This means that the government eventually gives up and returns to harass the new working class who have probably just began to build straw houses.

Once upon a time there were three little pigs.The straw pig, the stick pig, and the brick pig.One day this nasty old wolf came up to the straw pigs house and said "I'm gonna huff and puff and blow your house down." And he did!!So the straw pig went running over to the stick pig's house and said, "Please let me in, the wolf just blew down my house."So the stick pig let the straw pig in.Just then the wolf showed up and said, "I'm gonna huff and puff and blow your house down." And he did!So the straw pig and the stick pig went running over to the bricks pigs' house and said, "Let us in, let us in, the big bad wolf just blew our houses down."So the brick pig let them in just as the wolf showed up.The wolf said "I'm gonna huff and puff and blow your house down." The straw pig and the stick pig were so scared!But the brick pig picked up the phone and made a call.A few minutes passed and a big, black stretch limo pulls up.Out step three pigs named Louie, Vito,and Dominic.These pigs came over to the wolf, grabbed him by the neck and beat the living heck out of him, then one of them pulled out a gun, stuck it in the wolf's mouth and fired.Then they got back into their limo and drove off.The straw pig and stick pig were amazed!"Who the hell were those guys?" they asked."Those were my cousins from North Jersey--the Guinea Pigs."

ONCE upon a time, when pigs could talk and no one had ever heard of bacon,there lived an old piggy mother with her three little sons.

They had a very pleasant home in the middle of an oak forest, and were all just as happy as the day was long, until one sad year when the acron crop failed ; then, indeed, poor Mrs. Piggy-wiggy often had hard work to make both ends meet.

One day she called her sons to her, and, with tears in her eyes, told them that she must send them out into the wide world to seek ' their fortune.

She kissed them all round, and the three little pigs set out upon their travels, each taking a different road, and carrying a bundle shrug on a stick across his shoulder.The first litfie pig had not gone far before he met a man' carrying a bundle of straw; so he said to him:

"Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house?" The man was very good-natured, so he gave him the bundle of straw, and the little pig built a prettylittle house with it.

No sooner was it finished, and the little pig thinking of going to bed, than a wolf came along, knocked at the door, and said: "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."But the little pig laughed softly, and answered: "No, no, by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin."

Then said the wolf sternly: "I will make you let me in; for I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!"

So he buffed and he puffed, and he blew his house in, because, you see, it was only of straw and too light; and when he had blown the house in, he ate up the little pig,and did not leave so much as the tip of his tail.

The second little pig also met a man, and he was carrying a bundle of furze; so piggy said politely: "Please, kind man, will you give me that furze to build me a house ? ".

The man ageed, and piggy set to work to build himself a snug little house before the night came on. It was scarcely finished when the wolf came along, and said: "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

"No, no, by the hair of my chirmy-chin-chin," answered the second little pig.

"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 at last he blew the house in, and gobbled the little pig up in a trice.

Now, the third little pig met a man with a load of bricks and mortar, and he said:"Please, man, will you give me those bricks to build a house with ?"

So the man gave him the bricks and mortar, and a little trowel as well, and the little pig built himselfa nice strong little house. As soon as it was finished the wolf came to call, just as he had done to the other little pigs, and said: "Little pig, little pig, let me in!"

But the little pig answered: "No, no, by the hair of my ch inny-chin-chin."

"Then," said the wolf, "I'll huff, and I'II puff, and I'll blow your house in."

Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he huffed, and he puffed; but he could not get the house down. At last he had no breath left to huff and puff with, so he sat down outside the little pig's house and thought for awhile.

Presently he called out: "Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips."

"Where?" said the little pig.

"Behind the farmer's house, three fields away, and if you will be ready to-morrow morning I will call for you, and we will go together and get some breakfast."

"Very well," said the little pig; "I will be sure to be ready. What time do you mean to start?"

"At six o'clock," replied the wolf.

Well, the wise little pig got up at five, scampered away to the field, and brought home a fine load of turnips before the wolf came. At six o'clock the wolf came to the little pig's house and said: "Little pig, are you ready ?"

"Ready!" cried the little pig. "Why, I have been to the field and come back long ago,and now I am busy boiling a pot-ful of turnips for breakfast."

The wolf was very angry indeed; but he made up his mind to catch the little pig somehow or other;so he told him that he knew where there was a nice apple-tree.

"Where?" said the little pig.

"Round the hill in the squire's orchard," the wolf said. "So if you will promise to play me no tricks,I will come for you tomorrow morning at five o'clock, and we will go there together and get some rosy -cheeked apples."

The next morning piggy got up at four o'clock and was off and away long before the wolf came.

But the orchard was a long way off, and besides, he had the tree to climb, which is a difficult matter for a little pig, so that before the sack he had brought with him was quite filled he saw the wolf coming towards him.

He was dreadfully frightened, but he thought it better to put a good face on the matter, so when the wolf said: "Little pig, why are you here before me? Are they nice apples?" he replied at once:" Yes, very; I will throw down one for you to taste." So he picked an apple and threw it so far that whilst the wolf was running to fetch it he had time to jump down and scamper away home.

The next day the wolf came again, and told the little pig that there was going to be a fair in the town that afternoon, and asked him if he would go with him.

"Oh! yes," said the pig, "I will go with pleasure.What time will you be ready to start ?"

"At half-past three," said the wolf.

Of course, the little pig started long before the time, went to the fair, and bought a fine large butter-churn, and was trotting away with it on his back when he saw the wolf coming..

He did not know what to do, so he crept into the churn to hide, and by so doing started it rolling.

Down the hill it went, rolling over and over, with the little pig squeaking inside.

The wolf could not think what the strange thing railing down the hill could be; so he turned tail and ran away home in a fright without ever going to the fair at all. He went to the little pig's house to tell him how frightened he had been by a large round thing which came rolling past him down the hill.

"Ha! ha!" laughed the little pig; "so I frightened you, eh? I had been to the fair andbought a butter-churn; when I saw you I got inside it and rolled down the hill."

This made the wolf so angry that he declared that he would eat up the little pig, and that nothing should save him, for he would jump down the chimney.

But the clever little pig hung a pot full of water over the hearth and then made a blazing fire, and just as the wolf was coming down the chimney he took off the cover and in fell the wolf. In a second the little pig had popped the lid on again.

Then he boiled the wolf, and ate him for supper, and after that he lived quietly and comfortably all his days, and was never troubled by a wolf again.

This story begins at a rap battle in the Bronx of New York. Hammy the brother of Pork Grind and Bacon was up against the master the Big Bad Wolf. The BBW had never lost but Hammy was about to change that. Hammy got up and blew everyone away and the BBW couldnt respond and lost his first battle, when it was all over the Wolf yelled to Hammy, I will get back at you and your brothers for this, but Hammy couldnt hear it through all the screaming and cheering. The next morning Bacon woke up and got out of his house which was made of rap CDs. Bacon was the youngest and always being picked on by his older brothers. He went over to his brothers house Pork Grind which was made of bling. Pork Grind was the second oldest. He was the cocky one in the family. He was always talking smack but never really backed it up. The two brothers went to their oldest brother Hammys house which was made of Brick. Now the brothers were always giving grief to Hammy about his lame house but he didnt care because he was the leader of their family.

The previous night Hammy had beaten the BBW in a rap battle and his brothers were so excited about this event. Big Bro you owned that sucker last night, said Bacon. Yeah you did he wont be coming near us ever again, proclaimed Pork Grind. Hammy though trying to set an example said, I got lucky and he put up a good fight. The two brothers shaking their heads and knowing Hammy was being humble, both went back to their houses to get celebration food. Bacon looking through his pantry heard something outside. He looked out the window and standing there was the BBW. The BBW yelled Bacon I know youre the brother of Hammy. I would get out while you can before I blow this house down. Bacon thinking who blows houses down anymore, responded What who does that anymore, besides my CDs will hold up, but right when he was done the BBW had already blown down his house. Bacon being the youngest ran as fast as he could to his brothers house.

The BBW saw him run their and followed him. Bacon panting and trying to talk as fast as he could to his brother got out Pork Grind the Big Bad Wolf is coming, Pork Grind confused looked outside and saw the BBW standing their. I will huff and puff and I will blow your house down. Pork Grind replied try your best. Then his house of bling was all blown down and they ran to Hammys house.

Now Bacon almost suffocating said Hammy the BBW wants revenge. Hammy looked out his windows and saw the BBW standing their. The BBW yelled, I want revenge for last night, so I will huff and I will puff and I will blow your house down. Hammy told both his brothers to stay calm. They waited for a while and nothing happened to the house and they looked outside and the wolf was still huffing and puffing and trying to blow their house down. Then the BBW thinking on his feet climbed to their roof and saw a chimney, he scooted his way down but the pigs had heard him on the roof and set a hot pan right under. The BBW fell on this steaming hot pan and went screaming out of the chimney and into to the Boston Bay.

Once there were three little pigs. Two went to college, and the other pig was dumb so he couldnt go to college. He didnt even know how much 2+2 was.

One pig made a metal house, one made a house of bricks with a sign that said, "Keep out!" The dumb one couldnt afford a house. He was homeless, and slept in the streets. Boy, that wasnt too smart! So one day a big, bad wolf came into town. He found the dumb pig. He said, Youre dumb, can I eat you? The pig was so dumb that he said yes. So the wolf did.His other two brothers, who had gone to college, relaxed together having some beer and some pretzels. The moral of this story is: Always go to college, pigs!

Once upon a time there were three little pigs.One pig madehis house out of paper, the other made his house out of sticks,and the third made his house out of metal.The big bad wolf was on his way to Tampa Bay, Florida, to eatthe three little pigs.After much traveling time he arrived at thefirst house.He went up to the door and said, Open up or Ill huff and puffand Ill blow your house down.But the pig didnt open the door. Instead he ran out the back door.Then the wolf blew the housedown.The pig ran to his brothers house.The wolf then ran to the second pigs house. He went up to the doorand said, Open this door or Ill huff and puff and blow your house down.The two pigs ran out the back door to the third brothers house.They warned him of the wolf.Since the house was metal, theydecided to play some cards.The wolf then ran to the third pigs house.He went up to the door, was about to knock on it, when he saw an open window.He climbed in.The three pigs were playing cards.When he climbed in he knocked over a glass.They heard him.But they kept quiet.The wolf crept into the kitchen looking for the pigs.He opened the oven door andquickly the pigs shoved him into the oven and closed the door.They had a great dinner that evening.

Once upon a time there were three little pigs, who were involved into the world of Mafia.

The Three Little Pigs, loved to play games and have fun with pig girls. Nobody was happier than the three little pigs, and they easily made friends with everyone (because they had a lot money).Wherever they went, they received a nice welcome (because everybody respected and feared them).

One day, a police wolf arrived to the neighborhood and started to ask for the three little pigs. The three little pigs started to feel that they needed a way to scape from the police.Sadly, they knew that the fun was over now and they had to try to live like the others. (At least to prettend), or they would be caught by the courageous officer, with no more protection than their brawny bodies. They talked about what to do, but each decided for himself to take their own.

The laziest and overconfident of the three little pig said he would be fine and no one could catch him and even, he would have enough time to party with his pig girls, and just decided to stay relaxed...

It only took a day to the officer to catch him.

Not as lazy as his brother, the second little pig went in search of his friends to find a place to hide and at the same time he would have time to party all day with his friends. But not all of them were truly friends and he was betrayed by some of them...

It only took two days to the officer to find him and imprison him.

But the third little pig did not like, just staying relaxed, also he never trusted no one around him, so that, he decided to build a hiding place for himself. It took time, patience and hard work but he wanted it to be spacious, and most of all, it had to protect him from the wolf officer!"

The days passed, but the eye of law never can be tricked so after a couple of weeks the wisest of the three little pigs, was finally found.

But the third little pig was not born to be in jail, so while he was hidden he contacted his men so that, they could prepared a way to set him free. The pig's men brought a huge amount of money (coming from Mafia) and had a long conversation with the wolf officer, promising to use the money to build a new prison made of straws, a new bank made with wood and a new school made with bricks.

The wolf officer agreed with them and decided to let them free by promising to stay away from the world of dirty money.Safe and happy, the wisest little pig called to his brothers. "No more dirty money, no more problems to worry about!

From that terrible day and on, the three little pigs decided to work with a will. In less time than they thought, they built three new brick houses.

The wolf officer wanted to see the little pigs's houses, at a distance he caught sight of three chimneys, and he thought about the terrible situation the three little pigs faced while they were in jail, so he smiled and said: He who laughs last, laughs longest!.

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs. Two of them were happy, fun-loving pigs, determined to eat low on the food chain and exist with a minimum impact to the ecosystem. The third pig, though happy in her own dark and solitary way, thought all this was nonsense, and that what they really should worry about was that nasty vegan wolf, who rode a rusty old bicycle and passed out hand-scrawled leaflets about hemp activism each Tuesday.Arent you, like worried about all those nasty teeth? the third pig said.Oh, hes a vegan, come on! the other two would say.Vegan or not, hes always looking so hungry.Hes a vegan hemp activist. What danger is that?So, when it became time to build homes, each pig decided for herself what to use. The first pig built her house out of Portobello mushrooms. The second pig built her house out of bricks of tempeh. The third pig look at both of them, rolled her eyes and put on an old Morrisey cd. Then she built her house out of bacon.Bacon!?!?!? Youre sick sick sick! the other two pigs said.Youll be singing a different tune when that vegan wolf comes around. And besides, its nobody we know.Well, after their homes were built, everything settled down until Tuesday. The first two pigs were dancing and singingWhos afraid of the vegan wolf? The vegan wolf, the vegan wolf?Whos afraid of the vegan wolf? Tra-la-la-la-la!Suddenly, the pigs smelled an overpowering, but familiar hemp smell. Then they heard a rusty bicycle. It was the vegan wolf! Before they knew it, the wolf was upon them. With a puff and a huff, he said:Did you know that Hemp Seed is far more nutritious than even soybeans, contains more essential fatty acids than any other source, is high in B-vitamins, and is 35% dietary fiber?No Mr. Wolf, the two pigs said.Well, theres lots to hemp that folks dont know and Sayare those Portobello mushrooms I smell?Uh, yes, Mr. Wolf, thats my house, the first pig said.All of a sudden, the wolf began to shake. His nose twitched, and his lips pulled back to reveal horrible rows of jagged teeth.OMIGOD! I LOVE PORTOBELLO MUSHROOMS! growled the vegan wolf, and he pounced upon the first pigs house, ripping it to shreds. MMMMTASTY AND HIGH IN NIACIN!The two pigs screamed, and ran to the second pigs house. From the window, they watched the vegan wolf finish eating, licking his lips over the ruins of the house. And then, he got on his rusty bicycle and went away.After the wolf left, the two pigs breathed a sigh of relief.Dont worry, said the second pig. My house is made of bricks. Well be safe here.Bricks of tempeh, you idiots, sighed the third pig over some oldSisters of Mercy. Like thats going to stop the vegan wolf.But the other two pigs were deaf to her warning. Instead, they spent the week debating on whether they should use their stock dividends to go to Burning Man or convert their SUV to biodiesel.As they researched, they started singing again.Whos afraid of the vegan wolf?The vegan wolf, the vegan wolf?Whos afraid of the vegan wolf?Tra-la-la-la-la!And everything settled down until the next Tuesday, when they smelled that familiar hemp smell, heard that rusty bicycle. It was the vegan wolf!All of a sudden, the wolf was upon them! With a puff and a huff, he said:Did you know that eco-friendly hemp can be processed into a wide range of biomass energy sources, from fuel pellets to liquid fuels and gas? Development of hemp biofuels could significantly reduce our consumption of fossil fuels and nuclear power.Wow, Mr. Wolf, the two pigs said.16. Well, theres lots to hemp that folks dont know and Sayis that tempeh I smell?Uh, yes, Mr. Wolf, thats my house, the second pig said.All of a sudden, the wolf began to shake. His nose twitched, and his lips pulled back to reveal horrible rows of jagged teeth.OMIGOD! I LOVE TEMPEH! growled the vegan wolf, and he pounced upon the second pigs house, ripping it to shreds. MMMMGOOD PROTEIN SOURCE!!!The two pigs screamed, and scrambled to the third pigs house. From the window, they watched the vegan wolf finish eating, licking his lips over the ruins of the house. And then, he got on his rusty bicycle and went away.After the wolf left, the two pigs breathed a sigh of relief. The third pig opened her door and squinted at them.You know how some pigs arent the type to say I told you so? she asked.The other two pigs nodded hopefully.Well, thats not me. I like SO told you so. What in the name ofCharlottes Webwere you thinking? Portobello mushrooms Tempeh Hes aveganwolf! She rolled her eyes and sighed. Well, come on in.B-but your house is made of bacon. the first two pigs squealed.Yes, bacon. Do you know any vegan whod come near bacon?The other pigs shook their heads.And besides, its nobody we know.So the pigs all went inside, and although the first two pigs felt a little strange in the bacon house, they knew their friend was right. Maybe a little sick, but right.So they relaxed until the next Tuesday, looking at the third pigs Hot Topic catalog and started singing again.Whos afraid of the vegan wolf? The vegan wolf, the vegan wolf? Whos afraid of the vegan wolf? Tra-la-la-la-la!And everything settled down until the next Tuesday, when they smelled that familiar hemp smell, heard that rusty bicycle. It was the vegan wolf!All of a sudden, the wolf was upon them! With a puff and a huff, he said:Did you know that hemp is among the oldest industries on the planet? The Columbia History of the World states that the oldest relic of human industry is a bit of hemp fabric dating back toGet a real job, you mangy old hippie! the third pig interrupted disparagingly.Hey, thats not very nice, but its cool, man, said the vegan wolf. Some folks still dont know a lot about hemp and.Sayit that BACON I smell?Yes, it is! smiled the third pig, tossing an aluminum can into the non-recyclable garbage.Ewwwwbacon And youre a pig? Youre sick sick sick!Its nobody we know. Now go bother someone else.The wolf started away, shaking his head. Then, he smelled again, a little deeper this time.Bacon He licked his lips and started salivating. He shook his head. No, Im a veganwhat would I tell my friends at the food co-op?Then his stomach growledbaconbut he shook his head again. No, itsbaconwhat would I tell my Rabbi?Then, the wind blew over the house, and suddenly the wolf began to shake. His nose twitched, and his lips pulled back to reveal horrible rows of jagged teeth.Its BACONNNNNNN! growled the up-till-recently vegan wolf, and he pounced upon the third pigs house, ripping it to shreds. With oily bacon still dripping from his maw, he leered at the three quivering pigs. More bacon, the wolf smiled as he moved toward themAfterward, the wolf looked down at his bursting belly, belched, wiped his mouth with a hemp napkin, and pedaled awkwardly away. Suddenly, he got a heart attack, fell over, and died.The end.The moral of our story:Building a house from the dead bodies, oil, and suffering of those from your own species rarely results in a happy ending, even if its nobody you know.

One time, away back yonder, the old sow and her children were all living longer than the other creatures. It seems to me that the old sow was a widow-woman, and if I am not mistaken, that that she had five children. Let me see, there was Big Pig, and there was Little Pig, and there was Speckled Pig, and there was Blunt, and last and lonesome, there was Runt. One day this here pig mother, she knew that she was going to kick the bucket, and she took and called up all her children and told them that the time had come when they had to look out for themselves. And then she up and told them as good as she could, although her breath was mighty scant, about what a bad man old Brer Wolf was. She said that if they could escape from old Brer Wolf, they'd be doing monstrously well. Not long after that, sure enough, old Miss Sow lay down and died, and all of those children of hers were flung back on themselves, and they whirled in, they did, and each one built himself a house to live in. Big Pig, she took and built herself a house out of brush. Little Pig, she took and built a stick house. Speckled Pig, she took and built a mud house. Blunt, he took and built a plank house. And Runt, she didn't make any great to-do, and no great brags, but she went to work, she did, and built a rock house. By and by, when they had everything fixed up, and matters were sort of settled, early one morning here came old Brer Wolf licking his chops and shaking his tail. The first house he came to was Big Pig's house. Brer Wolf walked up to the door, he did, and he knocked. This woke up Big Pig, and she came to the door, and she asked who it was. Brer Wolf allowed it was a friend, and he sang out: If you'll open the door and let me in, I'll warm my hands and go home again. Big Pig asked again who it was, and then Brer Wolf up and said, "How's your ma?" "My ma is dead," she said, "and before she died, she told me to keep my eyes on Brer Wolf. I see you through the crack in the door, and you look mighty like Brer Wolf." Then old Brer Wolf, he drew a long breath, like he felt very bad, and then he up and said, "I don't know what changed her mind, unless she was out of her head. I heard tell that old Miss Sow was sick. I know might well that if your ma was here righ now, in her right mind, she'd take the roasting ears and be glad to get them, and more than that, she'd ask me in by the fire to warm my hands," said old Brer Wolf. The talk about the roasting ears made Big Pig's mouth water, and by and by, after some more palaver, she opened the door and let Brer Wolf in, and bless your soul, that was the last of Big Pig. She didn't have time to squeal, or to grunt either, before Brer Wolf gobbled her up. The next day old Brer Wolf put up the same game on Little Pig. He went and sang his song and Little Pig, she took and let him in, and then Brer Wolf and he took and returned the compliments and let Little Pig in. Little Pig, she let Brer Wolf in, and Brer Wolf, he let Little Pig in, and what more can you ask than that? The next time Brer Wolf paid a call, he dropped in on Speckled Pig, and rapped at the door, and sang his song: If you'll open the door and let me in, I'll warm my hands and go home again. But Speckled Pig, she kind of suspected something, and she refused to open the door. Yet Brer Wolf was a mighty deceitful man, and he talked mighty soft, and he talked mighty sweet. By and by, he got his nose in the crack of the door, and he said to Speckled Pig, to just let him get one paw in, and then he won't go any further. He got the paw in, and then he begged to get the other paw in, and then when he got that in, he begged to get his head in, and then when he got his head in, and his paws in, of course all he had to do was to shove the door open and walk right in. And when matters stood that way, it wasn't long before he made fresh meat of Speckled Pig. The next day, he did away with Blunt, and the day after that he allowed that he would make a pass at Runt. Now then, right there is where old Brer Wolf slipped up. He is like some folks I know. He'd have been mighty smart, if he hadn't been too smart. Runt was the littlest one of the whole gang, yet all the same, the news was out that she was pestered with sense like grown folks. Brer Wolf, he crept up to Runt's house, and he got underneath the window, he did, and he sang out: If you'll open the door and let me in, I'll warm my hands and go home again. But all the same, Brer Wolf couldn't coax Runt to open the door, neither could he break in, because the house was made of rock. By and by Brer Wolf made out like he'd gone off, and after a while he came back and knocked at the door, blam, blam, blam! Runt, she sat by the fire, she did, and sort of scratched her ear, and hollered out, "Who's that?" "It's Speckled Pig," said old Brer Wolf, between a snort and a grunt. "I fetched you some peas for your dinner!" Runt, she took and laughed, she did, and hollered back, "Sis Speckled Pit never talked through that many teeth." Brer Wolf went off again, and by and by he came back and knocked. Runt, she sat on a rock and hollered out, "Who's that?" "Big Pig," said Brer Wolf. I fetched some sweet corn for your supper." Runt, she looked through the crack underneath the door, and laughed, and said, "Sis Big Pig didn't ever have any hair on her hooves. Then old Brer Wolf, he got mad, he did, and he said he was going to come down the chimney. And Runt, she said that that was the only way that he could get in. And then when she heard Brer Wolf climbing up on the outside of the chimney, she took and piled up a whole lot of broom straw in front of the hearth, and when she heard him climbing down on the inside, she took the tongs and shoved the straw onto the fire, and the smoke made Brer Wolf's head swim, and he dropped down, and before he knew it, he was burned to a crackling. And that was the last of old Brer Wolf. At least it was the last of that Brer Wolf.

A wolf looking for food finds three pigs, each one having their own home made of straw, sticks and finally, bricks. The wolf knocks on each door, threatening to blow their house down. The pigs with the straw and sticks fall victim to the wolf's threat. The homeless pigs take refuge in the third pig's house and the wolf is not able to blow the brick house down. Tired, the wolf gives up and leaves.

The three pigs were safe in the brick house...until the government found out about the luxury brick mansion and raised property taxes. The three little pigs, unable to find a job in a bad economy, couldn't afford the taxes. The government kicked them out, the bank took over and sold the house as a foreclosed property, reaping windfall profits. The big bad wolf, who had been tracking the economic situation, came back from the woods and ate the three little homeless pigs, ending their misery

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs. Three Little Pigs They each had a house made of different things. One made of cookie dough, one made of gingerbread, and one made of duct tape. One day, Godzilla decided to take a small walk near the three little pigs' houses. Godzilla made it to the first pig's house, which was the cookie dough house. The first pig came out of the house and said "you can't take down this house!" Unfortunately for the little pig, Godzilla hated cookie dough, so he gobbled the house up, leaving the little pig running to the other little pig's house. Godzilla then made it to the second pig's house which was the gingerbread house. He found that the previous pig was also in the house. Both pigs came out and yelled "you wouldn't dare destroy my house!" Godzilla decided to take the challenge and blasted it with his super blast. The two pigs ran away to the last pig's house. Godzilla made it to the last house, which was the duct tape house. At the sight of the duct tape, he started feeling weak, and blew up.

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who lived with their mother in ameadow. One day the mother pig said to the three little pigs, "You need to go outinto the world and make your own way." So they waved "goodbye" and out intothe world they went.The pigs decided to build houses near the woods. A big bad wolf lived in thewoods. He was not happy when he saw the three little pigs building houses nearby.The first little pig was lazy. He made a house of straw. The big bad wolf huffedand puffed and blew it down.The second little pig worked a little harder than the first little pig. He made ahouse of twigs. The big bad wolf huffed and puffed and blew the house down.The third little pig made a house of bricks. The big bad wolf huffed and puffedand huffed and puffed. But the house did not fall down. This made the big badwolf very, very angry. He went up on the roof and tried to get into the housethrough the chimney. He climbed into the chimney and slid down into a pot ofboiling water. He ran out of the house and never came back!

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