Once upon a time there were three little pigs and the time came for them to seek their fortunes and built their houses.
The first little pig built himself a house of straw, the middle brother decided to buid a house of sticks, it wasn´t either a very strong house, but the third pig, the oldest, decided to build a house of bricks, he did not mind hard work because he wanted a strong house, because he knew that in the woods nearby there was a wolf who liked catch little pigs and eat them up.
When the three houses where finished, the three little pigs were happy dancing and singing — “Who is scared of furious wolf, furious wolf, furious wolf?, “who is scared of furious wolf…?”
Just as the first little pig reached his door, out of the woods popped a big bad wolf. The little pig squealed with fright and slammed the door. — “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” cryed the wolf — “Not by the hair of my chinny — chin- chin!” — said the little pig — “then I´ll huff and I´ll puff and I´ll blow your house in!” — roared the wolf.
And he blew the little straw house. Away raced the little pig to his brother´s house of sticks.
The wolf was really angry, so went behind the youngest pig until the house of sticks, where the pigs where singing – “Who is scared of furious wolf, furious wolf, furious wolf?, who is scared of furious wolf…?” – Suddenly the wolf roared — “Open the door, Let me come in!” — ” “No, we won´t!” — said the pigs. “then I´ll huff and I´ll puff and I´ll blow down your house!” — roared the wolf. And he blew down the little house of sticks. The two little pigs raced away to his big brother´s house of bricks and started to sign -” “Who is scared of furious wolf, furious wolf, furious wolf?, “who is scared of furious wolf…?”
This made the big wolf perfectly furious — “open the door little pigs!, let me come in! ” — “no we wont´t” — “then I´ll huff and I´ll puff and I´ll blow down your house!” — But he couldn´t blow down that little house of bricks.
He decided to climb and get in through the chimney. So he climbed, jumped down and fell right into a kettle of boiling water! He sprang straight up the chimney again and raced away into the woods. The three little pigs never saw him again, and spent their time in the strong brick house dancing and singing — “Who is scared of furious wolf, furious wolf, furious wolf?, “Who is scared of furious wolf? furious wolf !”.
THE END