The Three Little Pigs (Roald Dahl)

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Description

A quirky retelling of a classic kid's tale

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC) North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)

Transcript

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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 had 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 chin E chin chin! Then I'll half and I'll path and I'll blow your house in. The little pig began to pray, But wolf, he 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. 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 just talk and make a deal? The wolf replied. Not on your Nelly. And soon the pig was in his belly to juicy pigs. Wolf cried, but still, I'm not quite satisfied. I know how full my tummy's bouldering, but oh, how I adore indulging. So creeping quietly as a mouse, the wolf approached another house, Ah, house, which also had inside a little piggy trying to hide. You'll not get me the piggy cried or blow you down, the wolf replied. You'll need, Pig said, Ah, 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 dying and light 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 Hello, she said. Who's speaking? Who? Oh, hello, Piggy. How do you dio pig cried. I need your help, Miss Hood. Oh, help me, please. Do you think you could? I'll try. Of course, Miss Hood replied. What's on your mind? Oh, 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 Manny's. His teeth were sharp, his gums were raw and spit was dripping from his jaw. Once more, the maidens eyelid flickers. She draws a 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, Uh, pig lit. You must never trust young ladies from the upper crust. For now, Miss Riding Hood one notes not only has to wolf skin coats, but when she goes from place to place, she has a pigskin traveling case