Three bundles and a new beginning
One bright morning, three little pigs packed their belongings and stood beside their mother's garden gate. They were ready to build homes of their own, close enough to visit whenever they liked. Their mother tucked an apple into each bundle.
Three bundles and a new beginning
One bright morning, three little pigs packed their belongings and stood beside their mother's garden gate. They were ready to build homes of their own, close enough to visit whenever they liked. Their mother tucked an apple into each bundle.
Dreams along the path
“Choose a good place, work carefully, and look after one another,” she said. The pigs promised they would. With bundles packed and eyes agleam, they planned a home to match each dream.
Dreams along the path
“Choose a good place, work carefully, and look after one another,” she said. The pigs promised they would. With bundles packed and eyes agleam, they planned a home to match each dream.
A house before lunchtime
The first pig found a farmer with a cart full of straw. The golden bundles were light and easy to carry, so he bought enough to build beside the meadow. He tied the walls together, bent more straw over the roof, and hung a little door in front.
A house before lunchtime
The first pig found a farmer with a cart full of straw. The golden bundles were light and easy to carry, so he bought enough to build beside the meadow. He tied the walls together, bent more straw over the roof, and hung a little door in front.
Off to play
By lunchtime, his house was finished. “Now I have the whole afternoon to play!” he cheered. The straw walls whispered in the air, but off he skipped without a care.
Off to play
By lunchtime, his house was finished. “Now I have the whole afternoon to play!” he cheered. The straw walls whispered in the air, but off he skipped without a care.
Sticks beneath the willow
The second pig chose a spot beneath a willow tree. He bought straight sticks, leaned them against a wooden frame, and fastened a crossbar above the door. His house took longer than the straw house, but not much longer. When his brother called him to play, he hurried the last few knots.
Sticks beneath the willow
The second pig chose a spot beneath a willow tree. He bought straight sticks, leaned them against a wooden frame, and fastened a crossbar above the door. His house took longer than the straw house, but not much longer. When his brother called him to play, he hurried the last few knots.
A wobbly wall
“Wood is stronger than straw,” he said, giving the wall a proud little pat. The wall wobbled, just a little. He left the wall to gently sway, and hurried out into the day.
A wobbly wall
“Wood is stronger than straw,” he said, giving the wall a proud little pat. The wall wobbled, just a little. He left the wall to gently sway, and hurried out into the day.
Brick by brick
The third pig carried red bricks to a patch of firm ground. He measured his walls, mixed mortar, and laid each row carefully. His brothers visited and asked why he was taking so long. “I want a house that will stay standing when the weather is rough,” he explained.
Brick by brick
The third pig carried red bricks to a patch of firm ground. He measured his walls, mixed mortar, and laid each row carefully. His brothers visited and asked why he was taking so long. “I want a house that will stay standing when the weather is rough,” he explained.
Three cups on the shelf
They helped him carry the last basket of bricks. When the mortar was dry, he tested the door, checked the roof, and fitted a strong iron hatch inside the chimney. At last, he set three cups on the shelf. Though the house was snug and small, there would be a welcome for them all.
Three cups on the shelf
They helped him carry the last basket of bricks. When the mortar was dry, he tested the door, checked the roof, and fitted a strong iron hatch inside the chimney. At last, he set three cups on the shelf. Though the house was snug and small, there would be a welcome for them all.
A knock at the door
One afternoon, a wolf came trotting along the path and stopped at the straw house. “Little pig, open your door!” he called. The pig saw the wolf's sharp grin and kept the latch shut.
A knock at the door
One afternoon, a wolf came trotting along the path and stopped at the straw house. “Little pig, open your door!” he called. The pig saw the wolf's sharp grin and kept the latch shut.
A mighty puff
“Then I will huff, and I will puff, and blow your house down!” growled the wolf. He filled his cheeks and blew with might, till golden straw went flying out of sight. Straw whirled through the air like autumn leaves. The first pig slipped out through the back before the roof fell and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him to his brother's stick house.
A mighty puff
“Then I will huff, and I will puff, and blow your house down!” growled the wolf. He filled his cheeks and blew with might, till golden straw went flying out of sight. Straw whirled through the air like autumn leaves. The first pig slipped out through the back before the roof fell and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him to his brother's stick house.
Behind the wooden door
The second pig pulled his brother inside and shut the door. Soon the wolf arrived. Again he demanded to be let in, and again the pigs refused.
Behind the wooden door
The second pig pulled his brother inside and shut the door. Soon the wolf arrived. Again he demanded to be let in, and again the pigs refused.
Two brothers on the run
He huffed once, puffed twice, and blew a third enormous breath. The hurried knots loosened. The sticks rattled, bent, and tumbled onto the grass. Both pigs hurried out through the back and raced toward the brick house.
Two brothers on the run
He huffed once, puffed twice, and blew a third enormous breath. The hurried knots loosened. The sticks rattled, bent, and tumbled onto the grass. Both pigs hurried out through the back and raced toward the brick house.
A door held open
Their brother was already holding the door open. “Quickly, come inside!” he called. He slid the bolt to shut the door; the wolf could frighten them no more.
A door held open
Their brother was already holding the door open. “Quickly, come inside!” he called. He slid the bolt to shut the door; the wolf could frighten them no more.
The house that held firm
The wolf planted his feet outside the brick house. He huffed until his ears shook and puffed until his cheeks ached. Not one brick moved. Not one roof tile slipped. He tried the door, then peered up at the chimney, but the third pig had closed its iron hatch.
The house that held firm
The wolf planted his feet outside the brick house. He huffed until his ears shook and puffed until his cheeks ached. Not one brick moved. Not one roof tile slipped. He tried the door, then peered up at the chimney, but the third pig had closed its iron hatch.
The wolf walks away
There was no way in. At last, the wolf sat down, tired and cross. “Far too much work for one afternoon,” he muttered. He picked himself up and trudged away into the woods. When the wolf was out of sight, they opened a window to the light.
The wolf walks away
There was no way in. At last, the wolf sat down, tired and cross. “Far too much work for one afternoon,” he muttered. He picked himself up and trudged away into the woods. When the wolf was out of sight, they opened a window to the light.
A home with room for everyone
That evening, the three brothers ate apple pie at the garden table. The first pig admitted he had hurried. The second said he should have checked his knots. Their brother did not laugh at them.
A home with room for everyone
That evening, the three brothers ate apple pie at the garden table. The first pig admitted he had hurried. The second said he should have checked his knots. Their brother did not laugh at them.
Building together
“Tomorrow we can build again, together,” he said. And so they did. One carried bricks, one mixed mortar, and one checked each careful row. They made their new homes strong and welcoming, with a shared garden between them. When Mother came, they poured the tea: a happy home for brothers three.
Building together
“Tomorrow we can build again, together,” he said. And so they did. One carried bricks, one mixed mortar, and one checked each careful row. They made their new homes strong and welcoming, with a shared garden between them. When Mother came, they poured the tea: a happy home for brothers three.