Three Pigs and the Scientific Wolf
When the wolf
arrived at the second
piglet’s house, he could
see the two sisters
playing on a teetertotter.
They looked up,
saw the wolf, ran into the
house that was made of
sticks, and they slammed
the door.
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The wolf ran to the
door, knocked softly and
said in a sweet and gentle
voice, “Little pigs, little pigs,
a new friend you’ve made.
Open the door and don’t be
afraid.”
The pigs answered,
“No, Mister Wolf, we’re not
afraid, not by the hair on
our beautiful braids!”
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The wolf was really beginning to get upset. He walked
around the little house, and he searched for a way to get in.
He looked up at the roof. It didn’t look very sturdy at all.
“I bet I could get in through the roof and surprise
them!” he thought. He spotted the long board on the teetertotter and had an idea. He lifted the teeter- totter board from
its stand. He leaned the long board against the house. It
reached all the way to the roof.
“Just what I need for my plan.” He grabbed his bike and
walked far away from the stick house. Then he hopped on his
bike and pedaled as fast as he could. He could feel the wind
whistling through his whiskers. “This is going to be great,” he
laughed. “No huffing and puffing for me!”
Faster and faster he went. He came to the ramp and
started to go up. «I’ll just land on the roof, go in, and catch
those piglets.”
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The wolf
traveled up the
ramp, but instead
of landing on the
roof he sailed right
over the top and
landed in a heap
on the ground.
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The little pig sisters were doubled up laughing
at the foolish wolf. They thought it was so funny
that they decided to go tell their sister all about it.
She lived in a house made of bricks.
The little piglets skipped all the way to their
sister’s red brick cottage. They told her all about the
funny wolf and all his tricks.
• What type of simple machines did the Scientific
Wolf use?
• Rewrite the story and give advise to the wolf on
how to be successful with the simple machines.
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The Three Little Pigs“
by Joseph Jacobs
Once upon a time there was a mother pig with three little
pigs.
Because they were growing up quickly and it was getting
harder to care for them, she sent them into the world to
earn their fortunes.
The first pig to leave home met a farmer in the fields with a
bundle of straw.
The next pig to leave home met a Woodsman in the forest
with a bundle of sticks.
"Please, sir," said the First Little Pig to the Farmer. "Give me
that straw so I can build a fine home."
"Please, sir," said the Second Little Pig to the Woodsman.
"Give me those sticks so I can build a nice home."
So the Farmer gave the First Little Pig some straw, and he
built himself a house.
So the Woodsman gave the Second Little Pig some sticks
and he built himself a house.
One day, a Wolf came along to the door of the First Little
Pig's straw house.
Then along came the Wolf to the Second Little Pig's house
of sticks.
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in," said the Wolf,
knocking.
"Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in," said the Wolf.
"No, no, no!" replied the Second Little Pig. "Not by the hair
of my chinny chin chin."
"Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin," replied the First
Little Pig behind the locked door.
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!"
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!"
So the Wolf huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he
huffed.
So the Wolf huffed and he puffed, and he blew the house
in.
Then the Wolf ate the First Little Pig
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And at last the Wolf blew the house down then ate the
Second Little Pig.
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"Very well."
Now the Third Little Pig met a Carpenter in town with a
load of bricks.
Next morning the Third Little Pig rose at five.
"Please, sir," said the Third Little Pig to the Carpenter. "Give
me those bricks so I can build a great home."
So the Carpenter gave the Third Little Pig some bricks and
he built himself a house.
And so the Wolf came to his house, as he had done with
the other pigs.
He went to Mr. Smith's garden, dug up the turnips, and was
home before six.
When the Wolf came at six he asked, "Little Pig, are you
ready?"
"Ready!" he replied. "I have gone to Mr. Smith's and come
back, and have a pot-full for dinner!"
"Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in," said the Wolf.
"No, no, no," replied the Third Little Pig. "Not by the hair of
my chinny chin chin."
The Wolf was now terribly angry for having been tricked by
the Third Little Pig.
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."
"I'm going to eat you little pig," shouted the Wolf. "Here I
come down the chimney to get you!
Well the Wolf huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he
huffed.
So the Wolf found a ladder and climbed up to the little pig's
roof.
And he puffed and he huffed, and he huffed and he puffed.
Meanwhile the Third Little Pig lit a blazing fire beneath the
pot of turnips and water in the fireplace.
But the Wolf could not blow down the Third Little Pig's solid
brick house.
"Little pig," said the Wolf, "I know where there's a field of
turnips.
The Third Little Pig asked: "Where?"
"In Mr. Smith's garden. Tomorrow morning I'll call at six
o'clock and we'll go dig up some dinner."
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Then just as the Wolf came down the chimney the little pig
took off the cover and the Wolf fell in.
Into the pot fell the wolf, with a big splash. And that was
the end of the wolf. And so The Third Little Pig slammed on
the cover and cooked up a pot of Wolf and turnip stew. The
third little pig was too clever for him, and lived happily ever
after.
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The Three Little Pigs
A retelling by Violet Findley
Scholastic
Once upon a time, there lived three little pigs. One day, each pig decided to build a house to keep safe from the big bad
wolf. You see, the wolf loved to eat little pigs. The first pig built a cozy house of straw. But the big bad wolf huffed and puffed and
blew the house down. Quick as a wink, the first little pig ran away before he become breakfast.
The second little pig built a cozy house of sticks. But the big bad wolf huffed and puffed and blew the house down. Quick
as a wink, the second little pig ran away before he become lunch.
The third little pig built a cozy house of bricks. He invited the two other pigs to live with him. The big bad wolf huffed and
puffed and huffed and puffed. But he just could not blow the brick house down.
"I'm coming down the chimney to eat you for dinner!" said the wolf.
"Please do!" said the pigs sweetly.”
You see, they had put a pot of very hat stew at the bottom of the chimney.
When the wolf came down the chimney, he landed right in the pot.
"OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!" He relied.
Then, quick as a wink, he dashed out the door and ran far, far away.
After that, the three little pigs lived safe and sound in their cozy house of bricks. And the big bad wolf never bothered
them again.
Defendant Testifies
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SOMERSET PA (AP) -- A. Wolf took the
stand today in his own defense. This
shocked and stunned the media who
predicted that he would not testify in
the brutal double murder trial. A. Wolf
is accused of killing (and eating) The
First Little Pig, and The Second Little Pig.
This criminal trial is expected to be
followed by a civil trial to be brought by
the surviving Third Little Pig. The case
has been characterized as a media
circus.
His testimony is transcribed below:
"Everybody knows the story of the
Three Little Pigs. Or at least they think
they do. But I'll let you in on a little
secret. Nobody knows the real story,
because nobody has ever heard my side
of the story. I'm Alexander T. Wolf. You
can call me Al. I don't know how this
whole Big Bad Wolf thing got started,
but it's all wrong. Maybe it's because of
our diet. Hey, it's not my fault wolves
eat cute little animals like bunnies and
sheep and pigs. That's just the way we
are. If cheeseburgers were cute, folks
would probably think you were Big and
Bad too. But like I was saying, the whole
big bad wolf thing is all wrong. The real
story is about a sneeze and a cup of
sugar.
THIS IS THE REAL STORY.
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Way back in Once Upon a Time time, I was making a
birthday cake for my dear old granny. I had a terrible
sneezing cold. I ran out of sugar. So I walked down the
street to ask my neighbor for a cup of sugar. Now this
neighbor was a pig. And he wasn't too bright either. He
had built his whole house out of straw. Can you believe
it? I mean who in his right mind would build a house of
straw? So of course the minute I knocked on the door, it
fell right in. I didn't want to just walk into someone
else's house. So I called, "Little Pig, Little Pig, are you
in?" No answer. I was just about to go home without the
cup of sugar for my dear old granny's birthday cake.
That's when my nose started to itch. I felt a sneeze
coming on. Well I huffed. And I snuffed. And I sneezed a
great sneeze.
And you know what? The whole darn straw house fell
down. And right in the middle of the pile of straw was
the First Little Pig - dead as a doornail. He had been
home the whole time. It seemed like a shame to leave a
perfectly good ham dinner lying there in the straw. So I
ate it up. Think of it as a cheeseburger just lying there. I
was feeling a little better. But I still didn't have my cup of
sugar. So I went to the next neighbor's house. This
neighbor was the First Little Pig's brother. He was a little
smarter, but not much. He has built his house of sticks. I
rang the bell on the stick house. Nobody answered. I
called, "Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?" He yelled back."Go
away wolf. You can't come in. I'm shaving the hairs on
my shinny chin chin."
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Defendant Testifies
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I had just grabbed the doorknob when I felt another
sneeze coming on. I huffed. And I snuffed. And I tried to
cover my mouth, but I sneezed a great sneeze.
And you are not going to believe this, but the guy's
house fell down just like his brother's. When the dust
cleared, there was the Second Little Pig - dead as a
doornail. Wolf's honor. Now you know food will spoil if
you just leave it out in the open. So I did the only thing
there was to do. I had dinner again. Think of it as a
second helping. I was getting awfully full. But my cold
was feeling a little better. And I still didn't have that cup
of sugar for my dear old granny's birthday cake. So I
went to the next house. This guy was the First and
Second Little Pig's brother. He must have been the
brains of the family. He had built his house of bricks. I
knocked on the brick house. No answer. I called, "Mr.
Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?" And do you know what that
rude little porker answered? "Get out of here, Wolf.
Don't bother me again."
Talk about impolite! He probably had a whole sackful of
sugar. And he wouldn't give me even one little cup for
my dear sweet old granny's birthday cake. What a pig!
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I was just about to go home and maybe make a nice
birthday card instead of a cake, when I felt my cold
coming on. I huffed And I snuffed. And I sneezed once
again.
Then the Third Little Pig yelled, " And your old granny
can sit on a pin!" Now I'm usually a pretty calm fellow.
But when somebody talks about my granny like that, I go
a Little crazy. When the cops drove up, of course I was
trying to break down this Pig's door. And the whole time
I was huffing and puffing and sneezing and making a real
scene.
The rest as they say is history.
The news reporters found out about the two pigs I had
for dinner. They figured a sick guy going to borrow a cup
of sugar didn't sound very exciting.
So they jazzed up the story with all of that "Huff and puff
and blow your house down"
And they made me the Big Bad Wolf. That's it The real
story. I was framed. "
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The Three Little Pigs
by Roald Dahl
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The animal I really dig,
Above all others is the pig.
Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever,
Pigs are courteous. However,
Now and then, to break this rule,
One meets a pig who is a fool.
What, for example, would you say,
If strolling through the woods one day,
Right there in front of you you saw
A pig who'd built his house of STRAW?
The Wolf who saw it licked his lips,
And said, 'That pig has had his chips.'
'Little pig, little pig, let me come in!'
'No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!'
'Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your
house in!'
The little pig began to pray,
But Wolfie blew his house away.
He shouted, 'Bacon, pork and ham!
Oh, what a lucky Wolf I am!'
And though he ate the pig quite fast,
He carefully kept the tail till last.
Wolf wandered on, a trifle bloated.
Surprise, surprise, for soon he noted
Another little house for pigs,
And this one had been built of TWIGS!
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'Little pig, little pig, let me come in!'
'No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!'
'Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!'
The Wolf said, 'Okay, here we go!'
He then began to blow and blow.
The little pig began to squeal.
He cried, 'Oh Wolf, you've had one meal!
Why can't we talk and make a deal?
The Wolf replied, 'Not on your nelly!'
And soon the pig was in his belly.
'Two juicy little pigs!' Wolf cried,
'But still I'm not quite satisfied!
I know how full my tummy's bulging,
But oh, how I adore indulging.'
So creeping quietly as a mouse,
The Wolf approached another house,
A house which also had inside
A little piggy trying to hide.
'You'll not get me!' the Piggy cried.
'I'll blow you down!' the Wolf replied.
'You'll need,' Pig said, 'a lot of puff,
And I don't think you've got enough.'
Wolf huffed and puffed and blew and blew.
The house stayed up as good as new.
'If I can't blow it down,' Wolf said,
I'll have to blow it up instead.
I'll come back in the dead of night
And blow it up with dynamite!'
Pig cried, 'You brute! I might have known!'
Then, picking up the telephone,
He dialed as quickly as he could
The number of red Riding Hood.
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'Hello,' she said. 'Who's speaking? Who?
Oh, hello, Piggy, how d'you do?'
Pig cried, 'I need your help, Miss Hood!
Oh help me, please! D'you think you could?'
'I'll try of course,' Miss Hood replied.
'What's on your mind...?' 'A Wolf!' Pig cried.
'I know you've dealt with wolves before,
And now I've got one at my door!'
'My darling Pig,' she said, 'my sweet,
That's something really up my street.
I've just begun to wash my hair.
But when it's dry, I'll be right there.'
A short while later, through the wood,
Came striding brave Miss Riding Hood.
The Wolf stood there, his eyes ablaze,
And yellowish, like mayonnaise.
His teeth were sharp, his gums were raw,
And spit was dripping from his jaw.
Once more the maiden's eyelid flickers.
She draws the pistol from her knickers.
Once more she hits the vital spot,
And kills him with a single shot.
Pig, peeping through the window, stood
And yelled, 'Well done, Miss Riding Hood!'
Ah, Piglet, you must never trust
Young ladies from the upper crust.
For now, Miss Riding Hood, one notes,
Not only has two wolfskin coats,
But when she goes from place to place,
She has a PIGSKIN TRAVELING CASE.
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Politically Correct Three Little Pigs
By James Finn Garner
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Once there were 3 little pigs who lived together in mutual respect and in harmony with their environment. Using materials
that were indigenous to the area they each built a beautiful house. One pig built a house of straw, one a house of sticks,
and one a house of dung, clay and creeper vines shaped into bricks and baked in a small kiln. When they were finished,
the pigs were satisfied with their work and settled back to live in peace and self-determination.
But their idyll was soon shattered. One day, along came a big, bad wolf with expansionist ideas. He saw the pigs and grew
very hungry in both a physical and ideological sense.
When the pigs saw the wolf, they ran into the house of straw. The wolf ran up to the house and banged on the door,
shouting, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!"
The pigs shouted back, "Your gunboat tactics hold no fear for pigs defending their homes and culture."
But the wolf wasn't to be denied what he thought was his manifest destiny. So he huffed and puffed and blew down the
house of straw. The frightened pigs ran to the house of sticks, with the wolf in hot pursuit. Where the house had stood,
other wolves bought up the land and started a banana plantation.
At the house of sticks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, "Little, pigs, little pigs, let me in!"
The pigs shouted back, "Get out of here, you carnivorous, imperialistic oppressor!"
At this the wolf huffed and puffed and blew down the house of sticks. The pigs ran to the house of bricks, with the wolf
close at their heels. Where the house of sticks had stood, other wolves built a time-share condo resort complex for
vacationing wolves, with each unit a fiberglass reconstruction of the house of sticks, as well as native curio shops,
snorkeling and dolphin shows.
At the house of bricks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!"
This time in response, the pigs sang songs of solidarity and wrote letters of protest to the United Nations.
By now the wolf was getting angry at the pigs' refusal to see the situation from the carnivore's point of view. So he huffed
and puffed, and huffed and puffed, then grabbed his chest and fell over dead from a massive heart attack brought on from
eating too many fatty foods.
The three little pigs rejoiced that justice had triumphed and did a little dance around the corpse of the wolf. Their next
step was to liberate their homeland. They gathered together a band of other pigs who had been forced off their lands.
This new brigade of porcinistas attacked the resort complex with machine-guns and rocket launchers and slaughtered the
cruel wolf oppressors, sending a clear signal to the rest of the hemisphere not to meddle in their internal affairs. Then the
pigs set up a model socialist democracy with free education, universal health care and affordable housing for everyone.
{My note: well it is a fairy tale after all.}
Please note: The wolf in this story was a metaphorical construct. No actual wolves were harmed in the writing of the story.