(有文字)三只小猪长版 下-Three Little Pigs

Just as the first pig reached his door, out of the woods popped the big bad wolf. The little pig squealed with fright and slammed the door. “Little pig, little pig,let me come in!” cried the wolf. “Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!” said the little pig. “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” roared the wolf. And he did. He blew the little straw house all to pieces! Away raced the little pig to his brother’s house of sticks. No sooner was he in the door when knock, knock, knock, there was the big bad wolf. But of course the little pigs would not let him come in. “I’ll fool those little pigs.” Chuckled the wolf to himself. Then he said out loud: “Those little pigs were too smart for me. I’m going home.” He started towards the deep woods, but he did not go far. He hid behind a big tree. Soon the door opened and the little pigs peeked out. There was no wolf in sight. “Hahaha! Hohoho! We fooled him.” Then they danced around the room singing gaily. Soon there came another knock at the door. It was the big bad wolf again. But he had covered himself with a sheepskin and was curled up in a big basket looking like a little lamb. “Who’s there?” Called the second little pig. “I’m a poor little sheep with no place to sleep. Please open the door and let me in.” Said the big bad wolf in a sweet voice. The second little pig peeked through a crack of the door, and he could see the big bad wolf’s big black paws and sharp, sharp fangs. “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin! You can’t fool us with that sheepskin!” cried the second little pig. “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!” yelled the wolf. And he blew the little house of twigs all to pieces! The two pigs raced off to their brother’s brick house. “Don’t worry,” said the third little pig. “You are safe here.” Soon they were laughing and singing again. This made the wolf very angry. He huffed and he puffed and he puffed and he huffed. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not blow down that little house of bricks. The wolf thought and thought about how to get inside. Ah-ha! He could climb down the chimney. And so he did, right into a bubbling kettle of water that the pigs had hung in the fireplace. With a yelp and a scream, the big, bad wolf flew straight up the chimney and ran off into the woods. The three little pigs never saw him again. They were most content to sing and laugh and dance inside their brother’s strong brick house.