The Three Little Pigs in Peril

The Three Little Pigs in Peril

Author: Henley Santa Illustrator: Mudassir M Abid

The Three Little Pigs in Peril

Author: Henley Santa Illustrator: Mudassir M Abid

Introduction One of the best ways you can help your children learn and learn to read is to share books with them. Here’s why: •

They get to know the sounds, rhythms and words used in the way we write. This is different from how we talk, so hearing stories helps children learn how to read.

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They think about the feelings of the characters in the book. This helps them as they go about their own lives with other people.

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They think about the ideas in the book. This helps them to understand the world.

Sharing books and listening to what your children say about them shows your children that you care about what they think and who they are.

Michael Rosen Writer and Poet Children’s Laureate (2007–9)

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs.

They left their mum to set up homes of their own.

They reached a clearing that looked just right for their houses.

The youngest pig, Carl, loved reading. He built a house of straw.

That let him get back to his book as quickly as possible.

The middle pig, Bill, loved carpentry.

He built his house from sticks.

The oldest pig, Andy, loved to do things right.

He worked hard all week and built his house with bricks.

A big bad wolf saw the little pigs playing outside their houses.

He thought, “These piggies will make me juicy tender meals!”

He chased the pigs.

They all ran away.

Each one hid in his own house.

The big bad wolf went to Carl’s house and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”

Carl said, “No, no by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin.”

The wolf said, “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff until I blow your house down.”

So, he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down.

Carl ran to Bill’s house made of sticks. Bill let him in and locked the door behind him.

The big bad wolf went to Bill’s house and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”

Bill said, “No, by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin.”

The wolf said, “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff until I blow your house down.”

So, he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down.

Carl and Bill ran to Andy’s house made of bricks. Andy let them in and locked the door behind them.

The big bad wolf went to Andy’s house and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”

Andy said, “No, by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin.”

The wolf said, “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff until I blow your house down.”

So, he huffed and he puffed but the house didn’t fall down.

So, he huffed and puffed, again and again. He just got puffed out. The house was very strong, and the little pigs were safe inside.

The big bad wolf wanted to get in down the chimney.

He kept trying to climb up but the walls were too smooth.

He stormed off into the forest.

Andy was scared that the wolf might find a ladder and come down the chimney during the night.

He put a big pot of water on the fire to boil to keep the wolf out of the house.

The pigs took it in turns to stay awake and keep the fire going and top up the pot.

Carl fell asleep reading his book and the fire went out.

Andy woke up and heard a bump on the roof.

Then he heard quiet footsteps moving towards the chimney.

He looked over at the fireplace and saw that Carl was asleep and the water had gone cold.

He rushed over and woke Carl up, “We must get the fire going and heat the water. The wolf is on the roof.”

But it was too late.

There was a whoosh and a chubby old man fell out of the chimney into the pot of cold water.

As he splashed down, a sack flew out of his hands and knocked Andy and Carl over.

“Who are you?”, Andy asked.

“I’m Santa Claus.”

They helped Santa to out of the pot. They lit the fire to warm him up.

Andy hung up Santa’s suit to dry and lent him a warm dressing gown and thick socks.

Carl gave him gingerbread and a glass of hot milk.

The noise and bustle woke Bill up. He wanted to know what was going on.

“Oh, I’ve got your presents in my sack.”, said Santa.

There were new books for Carl, new tools for Bill and a lovely new fiddle for Andy.

Andy played a lively tune and the little pigs danced.

Santa smiled at the pigs. He got dressed and slipped out the door.

The wolf never came back to bother them again.