Once upon a time there was an old pig with three little pigs, and one day she said to them: “My children, it is time for you to go out in the world and seek your fortunes”.

So, bidding their mother good-bye, the three little pigs set out to earn their living.

The first little pig, whose name was Whitey, met a man with a bundle of straw and said to him: “Please, mister, will you give me that straw to build a house with?”

The man gave Whitey the straw, and he built himself a house with it.

Presently a wolf came along and knocked at the door of Whitey’s house. 

“Little pig, little pig,” he said. “Let me come in.”

But of course Whitey didn’t want the wolf to come in, so he said: 

“No, no, by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”

This made the wolf angry, and he said:

Then I’ll puff and I’ll huff, and I’ll blow your house in”.

So he puffed and he huffed and he blew the house in. And he carried poor little Whitey away to his home in the forest.

The second little pig, whose name was Blackey, met a man carrying some wood, and he said to him: “Please, mister, will you give me that wood to build a house with?”

The man gave Blackey the wood and he built himself a house with it.

But along came the wolf and knocked at the door of Blackey’s house.

“Little pig, little pig,” he said. “Let me come in.”

“No, no,” replied Blackey in great fright. “Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”

“Then I’ll puff and I’ll huff and I’ll blow your house in.”

So the wolf puffed and he huffed and at last he blew the house in. And away he went.

Now the third little pig, whose name was Brownie, met a man with a load of bricks and he said to him: “Please, mister, will you give me those bricks to build a house with?”

The man gave him the bricks, and Brownie built himself a very snug little house with them.

He had just finished his house when the wolf came along.

“Little pig, little pig,” he said. “Let me come in!”

“No, no, by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”

“Then I’ll puff and I’ll huff and I’ll blow your house in.”

But though the wolf puffed and he huffed, and he huffed and he puffed, he could not blow down Brownie’s house made of bricks.

So he said: “Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips.”

“Where?” asked Brownie.

“Over in Mr. Smith’s field. If you will be ready tomorrow morning, I will call for you and we will go together and get some for dinner.”

“Very well,” answered Brownie. “I will be ready. What time do you want to go?”

“Around six o’clock,” answered the wolf.

Well, do you know, that smart little pig got up at five o’clock and went out and got the turnips and was back home before the wolf came at six o’clock.

When the wolf found that Brownie had been to Mr. Smith’s field before him, he was very angry, and wondered how he could catch him. 

So he said: “Little pig, I know where there is a nice apple orchard.”

“Where?” asked Brownie.

“Down at Merry Garden,” replied the wolf. “I will go with you tomorrow morning at five o’clock and we will get some apples.”

But Brownie hustled and bustled around, and went the next morning at four o’clock to the apple orchard.

This time he had farther to go and had to climb the tree, so that just as he was getting down with the apples in a basket, he saw the wolf coming. Of course he was frightened.