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Almost everyone knows the story of The Three Little Pigs – but it's one of those stories that you can hear again and again. Our audio is based on the version of Joseph Jacobs – in which the wolf huffs and puffs and the pigs exclaim past the hairs of their chiny chin chins.

Read by Natasha. Duration nine.21

There was in one case a family of pigs. The mother pig was very poor, and and so she sent her iii piffling pigs out to seek their fortunes. The offset that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and said to him:

"Please, human, requite me that straw to build me a business firm."

Which the man did, and the petty pig built a business firm with it. Soon came along a wolf, and knocked at the door, and said:

"Little hog, little pig, let me come in."

To which the pig answered:

"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 firm in, and ate up the piddling pig.

The second little pig met a human with a parcel of furze, and said:

"Please, man, give me that furze to build a firm."

Which the homo did, and the hog built his house. Then along came the wolf, and said:

"Little pig, piddling pig, allow me come up in."

"No, no, by the pilus of my chiny chin chin."

"Then I'll puff, and I'll huff, and I'll blow your house in."

So he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at last he blew the house down, and he ate up the niggling pig.

The third piddling pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said:

"Please, homo, give me those bricks to build a house with."

And so the man gave him the bricks, and he built his house with them. And so the wolf came, as he did to the other picayune pigs, and said:

"Fiddling pig, little squealer, let me come in."

"No, no, past the pilus of my chiny chin mentum."

"And so I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll accident your house in."

Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and huffed; but he could not get the house down. When he establish that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the house downward, he said:

"Piddling grunter, I know where there is a nice field of turnips."

"Where?" said the little pig.

"Oh, in Mr Smith's Habitation-field, and if you will be ready tomorrow morn I will phone call for you, and we volition go together, and get some for dinner."

"Very well," said the little pig, "I will be ready. What fourth dimension exercise you lot mean to get?"

"Oh, at 6 o'clock."

Well, the lilliputian pig got upwards at five, and got the turnips before the wolf came (which he did about 6) and who said:

"Little Pig, are y'all ready?"

The niggling pig said: "Fix! I accept been and come up back again, and got a prissy potful for dinner."

The wolf felt very aroused at this, merely idea that he would be up to the little pig somehow or other, so he said:

"Little pig, I know where there is a overnice apple-tree."

"Where?" said the pig.

"Down at Merry-garden," replied the wolf, "and if you volition not deceive me I volition come for you, at 5 o'clock tomorrow and go some apples."

Well, the picayune sus scrofa bustled upwards 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 the tree, so that only as he was coming down from it, he saw the wolf coming, which, as you lot may suppose, frightened him very much. When the wolf came upward he said:

"Piffling pig, what! Are you here earlier me? Are they nice apples?"

"Yes, very," said the little pig. "I volition throw yous downward one."

And he threw it so far, that, while the wolf was gone to option information technology up, the trivial pig jumped down and ran home. The next day the wolf came once more, and said to the little pig:

"Little pig, there is a fair at Shanklin this afternoon, volition you become?"

"Oh aye," said the pig, "I volition go; what fourth dimension shall you be ready?"

"At three," said the wolf. Then 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 exercise. So he got into the churn to hide, and by then doing turned it circular, and it rolled down the hill with the grunter in it, which frightened the wolf so much, that he ran home without going to the off-white. He went to the little pig'southward house, and told him how frightened he had been by a corking round thing which came down the colina past him. And so the little hog said:

"Hah, I frightened y'all, then. I had been to the fair and bought a butter-churn, and when I saw you, I got into it, and rolled downward the colina."

Then the wolf was very angry indeed, and alleged he would consume up the trivial pig, and that he would get down the chimney later him. When the piddling pig saw what he was virtually, he hung on the pot full of water, and made upwards a blazing fire, and, simply as the wolf was coming downwards, took off the cover, and in roughshod the wolf; so the little squealer put on the cover again in an instant, boiled him up, and ate him for supper, and lived happy always afterwards.

Once upon a time when pigs spoke rhyme
And monkeys chewed tobacco,
And hens took snuff to make them tough,
And ducks went dishonest, dishonest, quack, O!

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