There were three little pigs. One named Fred, one named George, and one named Tommy. Fred got C’s on his report cards, George got B’s, and Tommy got A’s. They lived with their mom until they were nine-teen years old. When they turned nine-teen they moved out. They all went their separate ways. Fred went to the country. George went to the woods. Tommy went to the suburbs. Fred made his house out of hay since that was a material he had a lot of. George made his house out of sticks since he had a lot of trees he could chop down. Tommy made his house out of bricks since that was the average material used in the suburbs.

Then one day a wolf that they knew from high school that bullied them a lot came to Fred’s house. He said “let me in let me in.” “Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!” screamed Fred. “Fine, then I will huff and puff and blooooowww your house down” said the wolf. The wolf huffed and puffed and blew his house down and ate Fred.

Next he moved on to George’s house. The wolf said “let me in let me in!” “Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin” said George. “Then I will huff and I will puff and blooooowww your house down” said the wolf. The wolf huffed and puffed and blew his house down and ate George.

He still had just enough room for one more little piggy, so he moved on to Tommy’s house. The wolf screamed “let me in let me in!” “Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin” said Tommy. “Then I will huff and I will puff and blooooowww your house down” said the wolf taking a deep breath. The wolf huffed and he puffed and tried to blow his house down but he failed. So he huffed and he puffed and he tried again. He just couldn’t blow down his brick house. The wolf grew tired of huffing and puffing and decided to just go and get a hot dog.