Once upon a time there was a mother pig who had three little pigs. As they grew, they ate more and more, until their mother saw she could not care for them any longer.
"Go, children," she said. "Go find your fortune."
And so the little pigs went out to find their fortune.
The first came upon a man with a bundle of straw.
"Hello, man," said the first pig. "Please give me that straw to build a house."
"What's in it for me?" said the man.
The first pig smiled. "Will a roll in the hay make it worth your while?"
So they rolled in the hay in the man's barn, and the man gave the first pig all of his straw.
The second came upon a woman with a bundle of sticks.
"Hello, woman," said the second pig. "Please give me those sticks to build a house."
"What's in it for me?" said the woman.
The second pig laughed. "Will a ride on my log make it worth your while?"
So the woman rode the pig's log, and gave the second pig all of her sticks.
The third came upon a little old man with a load of bricks.
"Hello, old man," said the third pig. "Please give me those bricks to build a house."
"What's in it for me?" said the old man.
The third pig leaned in. "I can help splash my mortar wherever you need it."
So the old man got splashed wherever he needed it, and gave the third pig all of his bricks.
Along came a wolf. The wolf, he was hungry - seven days and seven nights had gone by since his last meal, and he was hankering for some protein.
On his way, he found a house made of straw, and in it a pig.
"Oh, little pig, will you let me in?" said the wolf.
"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin." said the first pig.
"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." So he huffed and he puffed, and he blew the pig in.
With the edge taken off from his hunger, the wolf kept going.
On his way, he found a house made of sticks, and in it a pig.
"Oh, little pig, will you let me in?" said the wolf.
"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin." said the second pig.
"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." So he huffed and he puffed, and he blew the house in.
Sated, but still searching for some more food to tide him over, the wolf kept going.
On his way, he found a house made of bricks, and in it a pig.
"Oh, little pig, will you let me in?" said the wolf.
"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin." said the third pig.
"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." So he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed, and he huffed and he puffed again, but he couldn't blow the house in.
"I'll admit, little pig, I can't blow your house in," said the wolf.
"Don't worry, wolf," said the pig. "I know of a way we both can win."
So the wolf huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed, and he huffed and he puffed again, and the pig shot his entire load of mortar down the wolf's hungry maw.
The End.