A mother pig had three little pigs.
Browny was a dirty pig. He liked to roll in the mud.
Whitey was a greedy pig. She would eat and eat and then cry for more.
Blacky was a good pig. He was bright and happy all day long.
II
One day the mother pig called the three pigs to her and said,
“Browny! What kind of a house would you like?”
“I should like to have a mud house,
Mother dear,” said Browny.
“And you, Whitey! What kind of a house shall I make for you?” said the mother.
“Oh, I should like a great big cabbage house, Mother!” said Whitey.
“Blacky dear! What kind of a house would you like?” said the mother pig.
“A brick house, please, Mother,” said Blacky.
So the good mother pig made three houses.
Then the three little pigs went to live in them.
As they were going away the mother pig said, “If Mr. Fox comes to see you, do not let him in. He is not a friend.”
III
Browny was very happy in his mud house.
One day there came a “Tap, tap!” at the door.
A soft voice said, “Little pig!
Little pig! Let me come in.”
“Who are you?” said Browny.
“I am a friend of your mother’s,” said the soft voice.
“I want to see your pretty house.”
“Oh, no!” said Browny. “You are not a friend. You are Mr. Fox.
You can not come in.”
Then Mr. Fox made a hole in the mud house.
He put Browny into a bag and carried him away to his den.
IV
The next day the old fox went to Whitey’s house.
Greedy little Whitey was eating the cabbage that her house was made of.
“Tap, tap!” came a knock at the door.
Then a soft voice said, “Little pig!
Little pig! Let me come in.”
“Who are you?” said Whitey.
“A friend of your mother’s,” said Mr. Fox.
“I have something good for you to eat.”
“No, no! You can not come in.
You are not a friend,” said Whitey.
Then Mr. Fox ate a big hole in the cabbage house.
