The Three Little Pigs (The story of The Three Little Pigs featured here has been adapted from different sources and from childhood memory. The primary sources are English Fairy Tales, retold by Flora Annie Steel (1922) with illustrations by L. Leslie Broo
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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the three little pigs. Once upon a time, there was an old mother pig who had three little pigs and not enough food to feed them. So when they were old enough, she sent them out into the world to seek their fortunes. The first little pig was very lazy. He didn't want to work it all. And he built his house out of straw. The second little pig worked a little bit harder, but he was somewhat lazy too. And he built his house out of sticks. Then they signed and dense and bathe together for the rest of the day. The third little pig worked hard all day and build his house with bricks. It was his 30 house, complete with a fine fireplace and chimney. It looked like it could withstand the strongest winds. The next day, Ah wolf happened to passed by the lane. Birth of three little pigs lived and he saw this troll house and he smelled the big inside. He thought the big would make a mighty fine meal and hiss mouth began to water. So he knocked on the door and said, Little pig, little pig, Let me in, Let me in but the little being saw the wolves big pass through the key hole. So he answered back. No, no, no, not by the hairs on my chimney. Then the wolf showed his teeth and said, Then I ah, half and our path. I blow your house down so he have to and he puffed and he blew the house down. The wolf opened his jaws very white and bit down as hard as he could, but the first little pig escaped and run away to hide with the second little pig. The wolf continued down the lane, and he passed by the second house made of sticks, and he saw the house, and he smelled the bigs Insight and a small begun toe water as he thought about the fine dinner they would make. So he knocked on the door and said, Little pigs, little pigs let me in, Let me in! But the little pig saw the wolf points years through the keyhole. So the answer back. No, no, no, not by the hairs and our chimney chin chin. So the wolf said Steve and sent and then out half an hour puff and blow your house down. So he Haft in. He puffed and he blew the house down the wall, fist greedy. And he tried to catch those both legs at once. But he was too Brady. And you get neither. He's being just clamped down. Nothing but air and too little biggest crumbled away as fastest air Livilla Hobbs would carry them.