English Fairy Tales by Flora Annie Steel

And he huffed, huffed, and he puffed, puffed but he could not blow the house down. So the wolf knocked on the door and said:īut the little pigs saw the wolf's narrow eyes through the keyhole, so they answered back: The wolf hadn't eaten all day and he had worked up a large appetite chasing the pigs around and now he could smell all three of them inside and he knew that the three little pigs would make a lovely feast. The three little pigs they were very frightened, they knew the wolf wanted to eat them. But they made it to the brick house and slammed the door closed before the wolf could catch them. The wolf chased them down the lane and he almost caught them. So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down! The wolf was greedy and he tried to catch both pigs at once, but he was too greedy and got neither! His big jaws clamped down on nothing but air and the two little pigs scrambled away as fast as their little hooves would carry them. Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chin! The wolf continued down the lane and he passed by the second house made of sticks and he saw the house, and he smelled the pigs inside, and his mouth began to water as he thought about the fine dinner they would make.īut the little pigs saw the wolf's pointy ears through the keyhole, so they answered back: So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down! The wolf opened his jaws very wide and bit down as hard as he could, but the first little pig escaped and ran away to hide with the second little pig. He thought the pig would make a mighty fine meal and his mouth began to water.īut the little pig saw the wolf's big paws through the keyhole, so he answered back: The next day, a wolf happened to pass by the lane where the three little pigs lived and he saw the straw house, and he smelled the pig inside. It looked like it could withstand the strongest winds. It was a sturdy house complete with a fine fireplace and chimney. The third little pig worked hard all day and built his house with bricks. Then, they sang and danced and played together the rest of the day. The second little pig worked a little bit harder but he was somewhat lazy too and he built his house out of sticks. He didn't want to work at all and he built his house out of straw. So when they were old enough, she sent them out into the world to seek their fortunes. Once upon a time there was an old mother pig who had three little pigs and not enough food to feed them. This story is featured in our Favorite Fairy Tales and Children's Stories. The primary sources are English Fairy Tales, retold by Flora Annie Steel (1922) with illustrations by L. The story of The Three Little Pigs featured here has been adapted from different sources and from childhood memory.

English Fairy Tales by Flora Annie Steel