Three little pigs were building there houses. Two wanted to be done quickly in order to go about relaxing and enjoying their day. The first built his house out of hay, the second out of sticks, and the third spent many days carefully constructing a house out of brick and mortar.

Along came the big bad wolf who huffed and puffed and quickly blew in the house of hay and ate the little pig up but saving the head of the little pig.

He then went to the second little pigs house and huffed and puffed and blew that house down just as easily and quickly devoured the second little pig entirely.

Now being very full from the first two little pigs he figured he just needed one more little pig for dessert, but knew he could not huff and puff a brick house down. He crept up to the house of the third little pigs with the first little pigs head and knocked on the door. When the third little pig looked through the peephole he had made on his meticulously crafted house door he saw the face of his first brother and quickly opened the door only to be devoured by the wolf. Now the wolf had been hunting for quite some time and was quite tired so he decided to stay in the third little pigs house for the night. He built a small fire and made himself quite at home in the third little pigs nice brick house.