Three Pigs and the Scientific WolfWhen the wolf

arrived at the second piglet’s house, he could see the two sisters playing on a teeter-totter.

They looked up, saw the wolf, ran into the house that was made of sticks, and they slammed the door.

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The wolf ran to the door, knocked softly and said in a sweet and gentlevoice, “Little pigs, little pigs, a new friend you’ve made. Open the door and don’t be afraid.”

The pigs answered, “No, Mister Wolf, we’re not afraid, not by the hair on our beautiful braids!”

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The wolf was really beginning to get upset. He walked around the little house, and he searched for a way to get in. He looked up at the roof. It didn’t look very sturdy at all.

“I bet I could get in through the roof and surprise them!” he thought. He spotted the long board on the teeter-totter and had an idea. He lifted the teeter- totter board from its stand. He leaned the long board against the house. It reached all the way to the roof.

“Just what I need for my plan.” He grabbed his bike and walked far away from the stick house. Then he hopped on his bike and pedaled as fast as he could. He could feel the wind whistling through his whiskers. “This is going to be great,” he laughed. “No huffing and puffing for me!”

Faster and faster he went. He came to the ramp and started to go up. «I’ll just land on the roof, go in, and catch those piglets.” 4

The wolf traveled up the ramp, but instead of landing on the roof he sailed right over the top and landed in a heap on the ground.

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The little pig sisters were doubled up laughing at the foolish wolf. They thought it was so funny that they decided to go tell their sister all about it. She lived in a house made of bricks.

The little piglets skipped all the way to their sister’s red brick cottage. They told her all about the funny wolf and all his tricks.

• What type of simple machines did the Scientific Wolf use?

• Rewrite the story and give advise to the wolf on how to be successful with the simple machines.

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The Three Little Pigs“

by Joseph Jacobs

Once upon a time there was a mother pig with three little pigs.

Because they were growing up quickly and it was getting harder to care for them, she sent them into the world to earn their fortunes.

The first pig to leave home met a farmer in the fields with a bundle of straw.

"Please, sir," said the First Little Pig to the Farmer. "Give me that straw so I can build a fine home."

So the Farmer gave the First Little Pig some straw, and he built himself a house.

One day, a Wolf came along to the door of the First Little Pig's straw house.

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in," said the Wolf, knocking.

"Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin," replied the First Little Pig behind the locked door.

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!"

So the Wolf huffed and he puffed, and he blew the house in.

Then the Wolf ate the First Little Pig

The next pig to leave home met a Woodsman in the forest with a bundle of sticks.

"Please, sir," said the Second Little Pig to the Woodsman. "Give me those sticks so I can build a nice home."

So the Woodsman gave the Second Little Pig some sticks and he built himself a house.

Then along came the Wolf to the Second Little Pig's house of sticks.

"Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in," said the Wolf.

"No, no, no!" replied the Second Little Pig. "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin."

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!"

So the Wolf huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed.

And at last the Wolf blew the house down then ate the Second Little Pig.

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Now the Third Little Pig met a Carpenter in town with a load of bricks.

"Please, sir," said the Third Little Pig to the Carpenter. "Give me those bricks so I can build a great home."

So the Carpenter gave the Third Little Pig some bricks and he built himself a house.

And so the Wolf came to his house, as he had done with the other pigs.

"Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in," said the Wolf.

"No, no, no," replied the Third Little Pig. "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin."

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."

Well the Wolf huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed.

And he puffed and he huffed, and he huffed and he puffed.

But the Wolf could not blow down the Third Little Pig's solid brick house.

"Little pig," said the Wolf, "I know where there's a field of turnips.

The Third Little Pig asked: "Where?"

"In Mr. Smith's garden. Tomorrow morning I'll call at six o'clock and we'll go dig up some dinner."

"Very well."

Next morning the Third Little Pig rose at five.

He went to Mr. Smith's garden, dug up the turnips, and was home before six.

When the Wolf came at six he asked, "Little Pig, are you ready?"

"Ready!" he replied. "I have gone to Mr. Smith's and come back, and have a pot-full for dinner!"

The Wolf was now terribly angry for having been tricked by the Third Little Pig.

"I'm going to eat you little pig," shouted the Wolf. "Here I come down the chimney to get you!

So the Wolf found a ladder and climbed up to the little pig's roof.

Meanwhile the Third Little Pig lit a blazing fire beneath the pot of turnips and water in the fireplace.

Then just as the Wolf came down the chimney the little pig took off the cover and the Wolf fell in.

Into the pot fell the wolf, with a big splash. And that was the end of the wolf. And so The Third Little Pig slammed on the cover and cooked up a pot of Wolf and turnip stew. The third little pig was too clever for him, and lived happily ever after.

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The Three Little PigsA retelling by Violet Findley

Scholastic

Once upon a time, there lived three little pigs. One day, each pig decided to build a house to keep safe from the big bad wolf. You see, the wolf loved to eat little pigs. The first pig built a cozy house of straw. But the big bad wolf huffed and puffed and blew the house down. Quick as a wink, the first little pig ran away before he become breakfast.

The second little pig built a cozy house of sticks. But the big bad wolf huffed and puffed and blew the house down. Quick as a wink, the second little pig ran away before he become lunch.

The third little pig built a cozy house of bricks. He invited the two other pigs to live with him. The big bad wolf huffed and puffed and huffed and puffed. But he just could not blow the brick house down.

"I'm coming down the chimney to eat you for dinner!" said the wolf.

"Please do!" said the pigs sweetly.”

You see, they had put a pot of very hat stew at the bottom of the chimney.

When the wolf came down the chimney, he landed right in the pot."OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!" He relied.

Then, quick as a wink, he dashed out the door and ran far, far away.

After that, the three little pigs lived safe and sound in their cozy house of bricks. And the big bad wolf never bothered them again.

Defendant Testifies• SOMERSET PA (AP) -- A. Wolf took the

stand today in his own defense. This shocked and stunned the media who predicted that he would not testify in the brutal double murder trial. A. Wolf is accused of killing (and eating) The First Little Pig, and The Second Little Pig. This criminal trial is expected to be followed by a civil trial to be brought by the surviving Third Little Pig. The case has been characterized as a media circus.

• His testimony is transcribed below:• "Everybody knows the story of the

Three Little Pigs. Or at least they think they do. But I'll let you in on a little secret. Nobody knows the real story, because nobody has ever heard my side of the story. I'm Alexander T. Wolf. You can call me Al. I don't know how this whole Big Bad Wolf thing got started, but it's all wrong. Maybe it's because of our diet. Hey, it's not my fault wolves eat cute little animals like bunnies and sheep and pigs. That's just the way we are. If cheeseburgers were cute, folks would probably think you were Big and Bad too. But like I was saying, the whole big bad wolf thing is all wrong. The real story is about a sneeze and a cup of sugar.

• THIS IS THE REAL STORY.

• Way back in Once Upon a Time time, I was making a birthday cake for my dear old granny. I had a terrible sneezing cold. I ran out of sugar. So I walked down the street to ask my neighbor for a cup of sugar. Now this neighbor was a pig. And he wasn't too bright either. He had built his whole house out of straw. Can you believe it? I mean who in his right mind would build a house of straw? So of course the minute I knocked on the door, it fell right in. I didn't want to just walk into someone else's house. So I called, "Little Pig, Little Pig, are you in?" No answer. I was just about to go home without the cup of sugar for my dear old granny's birthday cake.

• That's when my nose started to itch. I felt a sneeze coming on. Well I huffed. And I snuffed. And I sneezed a great sneeze.

• And you know what? The whole darn straw house fell down. And right in the middle of the pile of straw was the First Little Pig - dead as a doornail. He had been home the whole time. It seemed like a shame to leave a perfectly good ham dinner lying there in the straw. So I ate it up. Think of it as a cheeseburger just lying there. I was feeling a little better. But I still didn't have my cup of sugar. So I went to the next neighbor's house. This neighbor was the First Little Pig's brother. He was a little smarter, but not much. He has built his house of sticks. I rang the bell on the stick house. Nobody answered. I called, "Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?" He yelled back."Go away wolf. You can't come in. I'm shaving the hairs on my shinny chin chin."

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Defendant Testifies• I had just grabbed the doorknob when I felt another

sneeze coming on. I huffed. And I snuffed. And I tried to cover my mouth, but I sneezed a great sneeze.

• And you are not going to believe this, but the guy's house fell down just like his brother's. When the dust cleared, there was the Second Little Pig - dead as a doornail. Wolf's honor. Now you know food will spoil if you just leave it out in the open. So I did the only thing there was to do. I had dinner again. Think of it as a second helping. I was getting awfully full. But my cold was feeling a little better. And I still didn't have that cup of sugar for my dear old granny's birthday cake. So I went to the next house. This guy was the First and Second Little Pig's brother. He must have been the brains of the family. He had built his house of bricks. I knocked on the brick house. No answer. I called, "Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?" And do you know what that rude little porker answered? "Get out of here, Wolf. Don't bother me again." Talk about impolite! He probably had a whole sackful of sugar. And he wouldn't give me even one little cup for my dear sweet old granny's birthday cake. What a pig!

• I was just about to go home and maybe make a nice birthday card instead of a cake, when I felt my cold coming on. I huffed And I snuffed. And I sneezed once again.

• Then the Third Little Pig yelled, " And your old granny can sit on a pin!" Now I'm usually a pretty calm fellow. But when somebody talks about my granny like that, I go a Little crazy. When the cops drove up, of course I was trying to break down this Pig's door. And the whole time I was huffing and puffing and sneezing and making a real scene.

• The rest as they say is history.• The news reporters found out about the two pigs I had

for dinner. They figured a sick guy going to borrow a cup of sugar didn't sound very exciting.

• So they jazzed up the story with all of that "Huff and puff and blow your house down"

• • And they made me the Big Bad Wolf. That's it The real

story. I was framed. "

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The Three Little Pigsby Roald Dahl

• 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 sawA pig who'd 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 chinny-chin-chin!''Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!'

The little pig began to pray,But Wolfie 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 notedAnother little house for pigs,And this one had been built of TWIGS!

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• 'Hello,' she said. 'Who's speaking? Who?Oh, hello, Piggy, how d'you do?'Pig cried, 'I need your help, Miss Hood!Oh help me, please! D'you think you could?''I'll try of course,' Miss Hood replied.'What's on your mind...?' 'A 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 mayonnaise.His teeth were sharp, his gums were raw,And spit was dripping from his jaw.Once more the maiden's eyelid flickers.She draws the pistol from her knickers.Once more she hits the vital spot,And kills him with a single shot.Pig, peeping through the window, stoodAnd yelled, 'Well done, Miss Riding Hood!'

Ah, Piglet, you must never trustYoung ladies from the upper crust.For now, Miss Riding Hood, one notes,Not only has two wolfskin coats,But when she goes from place to place,She has a PIGSKIN TRAVELING CASE.

• 'Little pig, little pig, let me come in!''No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!''Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!'

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 talk and make a deal?The Wolf replied, 'Not on your nelly!'And soon the pig was in his belly.

'Two juicy little pigs!' Wolf cried,'But still I'm not quite satisfied!I know how full my tummy's bulging,But oh, how I adore indulging.'So creeping quietly as a mouse,The Wolf approached another house,A house which also had insideA little piggy trying to hide.'You'll not get me!' the Piggy cried.'I'll blow you down!' the Wolf replied.'You'll need,' Pig said, 'a 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 nightAnd blow it up with dynamite!'Pig cried, 'You brute! I might have known!'Then, picking up the telephone,He dialed as quickly as he couldThe number of red Riding Hood. 3 4

Politically Correct Three Little PigsBy James Finn Garner

• Once there were 3 little pigs who lived together in mutual respect and in harmony with their environment. Using materials that were indigenous to the area they each built a beautiful house. One pig built a house of straw, one a house of sticks, and one a house of dung, clay and creeper vines shaped into bricks and baked in a small kiln. When they were finished, the pigs were satisfied with their work and settled back to live in peace and self-determination.

• But their idyll was soon shattered. One day, along came a big, bad wolf with expansionist ideas. He saw the pigs and grew very hungry in both a physical and ideological sense.

• When the pigs saw the wolf, they ran into the house of straw. The wolf ran up to the house and banged on the door, shouting, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!"

• The pigs shouted back, "Your gunboat tactics hold no fear for pigs defending their homes and culture."• But the wolf wasn't to be denied what he thought was his manifest destiny. So he huffed and puffed and blew down the house of

straw. The frightened pigs ran to the house of sticks, with the wolf in hot pursuit. Where the house had stood, other wolves bought up the land and started a banana plantation.

• At the house of sticks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, "Little, pigs, little pigs, let me in!"• The pigs shouted back, "Get out of here, you carnivorous, imperialistic oppressor!"• At this the wolf huffed and puffed and blew down the house of sticks. The pigs ran to the house of bricks, with the wolf close at

their heels. Where the house of sticks had stood, other wolves built a time-share condo resort complex for vacationing wolves, with each unit a fiberglass reconstruction of the house of sticks, as well as native curio shops, snorkeling and dolphin shows.

• At the house of bricks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!"• This time in response, the pigs sang songs of solidarity and wrote letters of protest to the United Nations.• By now the wolf was getting angry at the pigs' refusal to see the situation from the carnivore's point of view. So he huffed and

puffed, and huffed and puffed, then grabbed his chest and fell over dead from a massive heart attack brought on from eating too many fatty foods.

• The three little pigs rejoiced that justice had triumphed and did a little dance around the corpse of the wolf. Their next step was to liberate their homeland. They gathered together a band of other pigs who had been forced off their lands. This new brigade of porcinistas attacked the resort complex with machine-guns and rocket launchers and slaughtered the cruel wolf oppressors, sending a clear signal to the rest of the hemisphere not to meddle in their internal affairs. Then the pigs set up a model socialist democracy with free education, universal health care and affordable housing for everyone. {My note: well it is a fairy tale after all.}

• Please note: The wolf in this story was a metaphorical construct. No actual wolves were harmed in the writing of the story.