The Three Little Pigs
The three little pigs were different, so each pig built a different house. Fatty was the youngest, he wanted to finish soon, so decided to build a house of straw and then go to play with the other little pigs.
Hammy, the middle brother built a house of sticks, it wouldn’t take him much time either, so he could go play when he had finished.
Porky, the oldest brother, decided to build his house of bricks, even if it was longer, it was going to be a very resistant house and it would be a safe place.
One day the wolf appeared and the three little pigs started to run away to Fatty’s house made of straw. But the wolf huffed and puffed and blew down the house, so the three little pigs started to run away to Hammy’s house.
The furious wolf followed them until the house of sticks, and huffed and puffed and blew down that house too. So they started to run away again to Porky’s house.
The three little pigs were really scared, when the wolf arrived. He huffed and puffed, but he couldn’t blow down the house of bricks. So he gave up and disappeared, and the three little pigs never saw him again.
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