Hallo I’m hasan ma’ruf
And I will tell you famous and exciting story, call the three
little pigs. It’s about two very silly little pigs and one the clever one.
There was once a family of pigs. The mother pig was very poor, and
so she sent her three little pigs out to seek their fortunes. The first that
went off, met a man with a bundle of straw, and said to him:
“Please man, give me that straw to build me a house.”
Which the man did, and the little pig built a house with it.
Presently came a wolf, and he knocked at the door, and said:
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”
To which the pig answered:
“No, no, no by the hair of my chiny chin chin.”
The wolf then answered to that:
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up
the little pig.
The second little pig, met a man, with a bundle of stick, and he said:
“Please man, give me those stick to build a house.”
Which the man did, and the pig built his house. Then along came the
wolf, and said:
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”
“No, no, no by the hair of my chiny chin chin.”
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at last he blew the
house down, and he ate up the little pig.
The third, little pig, met a man with a load of bricks, and said:
“Please man, give me those bricks to build a house with.”
So the man gave him the bricks, and he built his house with them. And
so the wolf came, and as he did to the other little pigs, he said:
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”
“No, no, no by the hair of my chiny chin chin.”
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
and he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed, and he
puffed and huffed; and he could not get the house down. When he found that he
could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the house down, he said:
“Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips.”
“Where?” said the little pig.
“Oh, in Mr. Smith’s Home-field, and if you will be ready tomorrow
morning, I will call for you, and we will go together, and get some for
dinner.”
“Very well,” said the little pig, “I will be ready. What time do
you mean to go?”
“Oh, at six o’clock.”
Well the little pig got up at five, and got the turnips before the
wolf came (which he did about six) and, who said:
“Little Pig, are you ready?”
The little pig said: “Ready! I have been and come back again, and
got a nice potful for dinner.”
The wolf felt very angry at this, but thought that he would get
when up to the little pig somehow or other, so he said:
“Little pig, I know where there is a nice apple-tree.”
“Where?” said the pig.
“Down at Merry-garden,” replied the wolf, “and if you will not
trick me, I will come for you, at five o’clock tomorrow and get some apples.”
Well, the little pig run up the next morning at four o’clock, and
went off for the apples, hoping to get back before the wolf came; but he had
further to go, and had to climb up the tree, so that just as he was coming down
from it, he saw the wolf, which, as you can imagine, frightened him very much.
When the wolf came up he said:
“Little pig, what! are you here before me? Are they nice apples?”
“Yes, very,” said the little pig. “I will throw you down one.”
And he threw it so far, that while the wolf was gone to pick it up,
the little pig jumped down and ran home. The next day the wolf came again, and
said to the little pig:
“Little pig, there is a fair at Shanklin this afternoon, will you go?”
“Oh yes,” said the little pig, “I will go; what time shall you be
ready?”
“At three,” said the wolf. So the little pig went off before the
time as usual, and got to the fair, and bought a butter-churn, which he was
going home with, when he saw the wolf coming. Then, he could not tell what to
do. So he got into the churn to hide, and by doing turned it round, and it
rolled down the hill with the pig in it, which frightened the wolf so much,
that he ran home without going to the fair. He went to the little pig’s house,
and told him how frightened he had been by a great round thing which came down
the hill past him. And the little pig said:
“Hah, I frightened you, I had been up to the fair and bought a
butter-churn, and when I saw you, I got into it, and rolled down the hill.”
Then, the wolf was very angry indeed, and said he would eat up the
little pig, and that he would get down the chimney after him. When the little
pig, saw what he was about, he hung on the pot full of water, and made up a
blazing fire, and just as the wolf was
coming down, he took off the cover, and in fell the wolf; so the little pig put
on the cover again in an instant, boiled him up, and ate him for supper, and
lived happly ever afterwards.
And that, was the story about the three little pigs.
And that the end.. wath’s that? It’s that wolf? Oh look it, he
looking for me.. noo ah ah ah there is wolf in my room.. help help help
help
