Down in the valley was a farm. On the farm there was a pigsty. And in the pigsty lived Mummy Pig and The Three Little Pigs.

You are growing so fast my dears,” said Mummy Pig to the three little Pigs. “Soon there'll be no space for you here. It is time for you to leave the farm and build your own houses to live in.

Before leaving, Mummy Pig gave each of the three little Pigs a packed lunch box and told them something very important. So she said, “You must remember to build your house out of bricks. Bricks are very strong and they'll keep you safe no matter what.”

The Three Little Pigs set off down the lane to the brickyard, leaving Mummy Pig all alone in the sty. 

After a short while they came across the next door farmer ploughing his field.

The first little Pig thought to himself, “By golly, if I build my house out of this farmer’s straw then I’ll save myself a trip to the brickyard and build my house in half the time!”

So the first little Pig said to the farmer, “I’d like a big bundle of your finest straw kind Sir. I'll use it to build my own house!”

The farmer—a little surprised by this request—happily obliged. He gave the first little Pig ten bales of his finest straw and the Pig built his straw house. The house looked sublime. There was not a single straw out of place and the little Pig was very proud of himself.

A big bad Wolf—who had been watching from afar—strolled up to the straw house, knocked at the door, and said in a low, gruff voice, “Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in.”

“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” replied the little Pig.

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” said the big bad Wolf.

Without delay the Wolf took a huge breath in. Then he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in. The straw house looked wonderful, but it was extremely weak. It fell down in an instant and the big bad Wolf gobbled up the first little Pig.

The second Little Pig thought to herself “By golly, I’ve got it! I’ll make my house out of sticks. It will save my tired legs from walking further and my house will be built faster!”

So the second little Pig said to the farmer, “I’d like to have that enormous pile of sticks kind Sir. I will use it to build my house!”

The farmer—who was looking for a way to get rid of his sticks—happily obliged. He gave the second little Pig all of the sticks and the Pig built her stick house. The house looked fabulous. There was not a single stick out of place and the little Pig was very proud of herself.

The Big Bad Wolf—fresh from gobbling the first little Pig—strolled up to the stick house, knocked at the door, and said in a low and gruff voice, “Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in.”

“Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!” replied the second little Pig.

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” said the Big Bad Wolf.

Without delay the Big Bad Wolf took a huge breath in. Then he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in. The stick house looked superb, but it  was extremely weak. So it fell down in an instant and the Big Bad Wolf gobbled up the second little Pig.

Meanwhile, the third little Pig had made it all the way to the brickyard. He went up to the man in charge of the yard and said “Hello kind Sir, I would like a large pile of your bricks to build my house.”

The man—who, as it turned out, was extremely generous—happily obliged.  He gave the third little Pig all the bricks he wanted and the Pig built his brick house. The house not only looked tremendous, it was extremely strong. The third little Pig had taken the time to build his house well and he was extremely proud of himself.