“Straw? But a straw house won’t be strong,” said Tiny pig.
“Strong takes too long!” cried Big Pig. “And I want to play!”
So she gathered up the straw and built herself a fine house of straw and ran out to play.
Little Pig looked around and saw sticks fallen everywhere under the trees.
“I’ll build my house from sticks,” she said.
“Sticks? But a stick house won’t be strong,” said Tiny pig.
“Strong takes too long,” laughed Little Pig. “And I want to play!”
Tiny Pig walked into town and came back with a pile of bricks. He started to build. Slowly, steadily, the house came up and one sunny day it was finished.
(We didn’t have a wolf but we did have a tiger who came to visit…)
“Ow!” yelled Tiger. “That pot is too hot, I’ve hurt my bottom!”
He ran back as fast as he could to his home in the deep dark woods, far, far, away and he never came back!
