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Linda Mason, age 6, from Buffalo, New York, was visiting her friends, the
three little pigs. She couldn’t believe all the commotion at their house. Boxes
and suitcases were everywhere! “What’s going on?” Linda asked. “Today is moving day,”
answered Big Pig. “We’re each going to build our own house.” “What fun!
Can I help?” Linda asked excitedly. “Sure,” answered Mid Pig. “Let’s go!” shouted Wee Pig. So Linda
and the three little pigs ventured out in the woods to find the best place to build
houses. As they drove along they met a man selling straw. “I could make a fine house
out of straw,” Wee Pig said. “Straw is not very strong,” Linda said doubtfully. “But my house will be built
in no time,” Wee Pig answered. And he began to build his straw house. Linda continued driving with the two other little pigs.
Soon they met a man selling sticks. “Sticks will make a fine
house for me,” Mid Pig said. “Well, sticks are stronger
than straw,” Linda said. “But sticks will not
make a very strong house.” “But my house will be built
in a jiffy,” the pig replied. And he began to build his stick house. Linda and Big Pig kept driving. After a while they met a
man selling bricks. “Bricks would make a very
strong house,” Linda told Big Pig. “A brick house will take a
long time to build,” sighed Big Pig. “Yes, but if we work together
we’ll have it done in half the time,” Linda
said. As Linda
helped Big Pig build his brick house, she worried about Wee Pig and Mid Pig. Sandy had often warned her about the wolf that lived
in the woods. She knew a straw house and a stick house would not keep out a
big, bad wolf. Linda didn’t want anything to happen to Wee Pig or Mid Pig
and, since Big Pig’s house was just about finished, Linda
went off to see if the other two pigs needed her help. First she went to see Wee
Pig, who had built his house out of straw. She arrived just in time, because
when Linda entered the little pig’s house she heard a tap-tap-tapping
at the door. It was the wolf! “Little pig, little pig,” the
wolf cried. “Let me in.” Wee Pig was scared. “N-n-no,”
he stammered. “Then I’ll blow my way in,”
the wolf shouted. The wolf huffed and he puffed. The straw house started
blowing down all around Linda and Wee Pig. “Let’s make a run for it,” Linda cried; so she and the pig ran to Mid Pig’s
house. Mid Pig saw Linda and Wee Pig running towards his house with the
wolf hot on their trail. “Quick, get inside,” he called,.
And he shut his stick door behind them. The wolf
tap-tap-tapped at the stick door.
“Little pigs, little pigs,” he cried. “Let me come in.” “N-n-no,” said Wee Pig. “Absolutely not,” said Mid
Pig. “Then I’ll blow my way in,” the wolf shouted. The wolf huffed and he
puffed, and he puffed and he huffed. Soon the stick house
starting falling to pieces. “Let’s run to Big Pig’s
house!” Linda cried. So Linda,
Wee Pig and Mid Pig ran as fast as they could to Big Pig’s brick house. As soon
as they were inside, Big Pig bolted his strong door. Soon enough, they all
heard the wolf tap-tap-tapping. “Little pigs, little pigs,
let me come in,” the wolf called. “N-n-no,” squealed Wee Pig. “Absolutely not,” said Mid
Pig. “Not ever,” shouted Big Pig. “Get lost!” yelled Linda. The wolf started huffing and
puffing, and puffing and huffing. But he couldn’t blow the brick house down.
This made him terribly angry. “If I can’t blow this house down, I’ll climb down
the chimney!” the wolf yelled. “Oh, no!” the pigs cried. “Linda, what will we do?” Linda was getting afraid because she could hear the wolf’s
claws scratching on the roof as he inched towards the chimney. If only Linda had Sandy here
with her, together they would know what to do. Suddenly Linda had an idea. “Start a fire in the fireplace!”
she called to Big Pig. The wolf slid down the
chimney and landed right on top of the fire. “Yeowch!” he hollered. He shot
straight back up the chimney and ran far, far away. “Hooray!” the three little
pigs yelled. “Thank you, Linda, you saved us.” “No problem,” Linda smiled. “Now I have to go back to my own strong
house in Buffalo, New York. I want to tell Sandy all about you and the big, bad wolf.