Once upon a time, there were three little pigs. Since they were no longer piglets, their mother decided it was time for them to leave the pigpen and make homes of their own. So she packed her three sons a sack of food and sent them on their way.
It may have seemed like a cruel thing for a mother to do, but the pigpen was so crowded, the three brothers were happy to leave.
The first Little Pig built his home out of straw. He thought it was a wise decision since straw was so easy to carry and assemble. It took the first Little Pig only a day to finish the straw home. It was a very flimsy house, but the Little Pig was proud of himself for completing his home so quickly.
The second Little Pig built his home out of sticks. The sticks weren’t as easy to carry and assemble as straw, but they were a lot stronger. The stick house was much sturdier than his brother’s straw house and it took him only a week to build it, so the second Little Pig thought he had made a smart choice.
The third Little Pig built his home out of bricks. They were so heavy that he could only carry two at a time in his hooves, but the third Little Pig knew that bricks would make a much sturdier home than sticks and straw.
Every day on his way to the brick maker, the third Little Pig walked past his brothers’ houses. They teased him mercilessly for taking on such a chore.
“You’ll never finish your home!” the second Little Pig said.
“Your arms are going to fall off from carrying those bricks back and forth!” the first Little Pig said.
Despite his brothers’ mean remarks, the third Little Pig knew he was doing the right thing.
“You may be laughing now, but this land is full of dangerous creatures your houses won’t protect you from,” the third Little Pig said.
After a tiring month, the house of bricks was finally finished.