here once was three little pigs. The first little was named Blicky. The second little pig was named Clicky. The third little pig was named Dicky. The three pigs walked out of the forest, getting ready to build their homes.

Blicky wanted to build his house out of straw. He then saw a farmer with some straw in his hand. "Excuse me, sir," Blicky said to the farmer,"May I barrow some of that straw?"
"Take it all! I don't need it," said the nice farmer. The farmer put the straw in Blicky's hand. The farmer walked away. Blicky quickly made his house and went off to play.

Clicky wanted his made out of sticks. He saw a child with some sticks. "May I have those sticks?" Clicky asked. The child put down his sticks. He did not reply. He just made a sign with his hand and then walked away. Clicky picked up the sticks and built his house.
Dicky wanted a house made of bricks. He knew that in the woods, there lived a big bad wolf. The wolf's favorite food was pigs. So Dicky built his house of brick.

The next morning, the wolf came to Blicky's house. "May I come in, sweet piggie?" the wolf said. "Not by the hair of my chinny chin-chin!" said Blicky. "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!" said the mean wolf. So he did. And he gobbled up the pig and ran to Clicky's house.

This time the wolf decided to just blow the house down. He huffed and until the house blew down. Then he gobbled up the pig and ran strait to Dicky's house.

Now he huffed and puffed and puffed and puffed and huffed and puffed and puffed and puffed and huffed. Then he knocked on the door. "Don't come in," called Dicky. The wolf grew angry. "I give up!" he yelled. He walked strait home in the woods.