He scrambled up a nearby ladder, on to the roof to have a look at the chimney. Quite exhausted by his efforts, the wolf decided to try one of his tricks. The three little pigs watched him and their fear began to fade. He blew once, he blew again and then for a third time. This house had a much more solid air than the others. And not a moment too soon, for the wolf was already hammering furiously on the door. Luckily, the wisest little pig had been watching the scene from the window of his own brick house, and he rapidly opened the door to his fleeing brothers. Then the furious wolf braced himself a new effort: he drew in a really enormous breath, and went … WHOOOOO! The wooden house collapsed like a pack of cards. Inside, the two brothers wept in fear and did their best to hold the door fast against the blows. «Open up! Open up! I only want to speak to you!» Starving as he was, at the idea of a two-course meal, he rained blows on the door. Outside, the wolf could hear the little pigs’ words. «I hope this house won’t fall down! Let’s lean against the door so he can’t break in!» The other little pig greeted his brother, shaking like a leaf. «Come back!» he roared, trying to catch the pig as he ran into the wooden house.
When he realized that the little pig was escaping, the wolf grew wild with rage. Excited by his own cleverness, the wolf did not notice that the little pig had slithered out from underneath the heap of straw, and was dashing towards his brother’s wooden house. And all the straw the silly pig had heaped against some thin poles, fell down in the great blast. Then he blew with all his might, right onto the house.
«I’ll make you come out!» growled the wolf angrily, and puffing out his chest, he took a very deep breath. «I’d rather stay where I am!» replied the little pig in a tiny voice. «Come out!» ordered the wolf, his mouth watering. Along came the wolf, scowling fiercely at the laziest pig’s straw hut. It was the wisest little pig that found the tracks of a big wolf in the neighbourhood. «It takes time, patience and hard work to build a house that is strong enough to stand up to wind, rain, and snow, and most of all, protect us from the wolf!» «That’s not the way to build a house!» he said. But the third little pig did not like the wooden house. «Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!» It took him two days to nail them together. Not quite so lazy, the second little pig went in search of planks of seasoned wood. «It’s too fragile,» they said disapprovingly, but he refused to listen. The laziest little pig said he’d build a straw hut. They talked about what to do, but each decided for himself. Sadly they knew that the fun was over now and they must set to work like the others, or they’d be left in the cold and rain, with no roof over their heads. The three little pigs started to feel they needed a real home. Wherever they went, they were given a warm welcome, but as summer drew to a close, they realized that folk were drifting back to their usual jobs, and preparing for winter. None were happier than the three little pigs, and they easily made friends with everyone. there were three little pigs, who left their mummy and daddy to see the world.Īll summer long, they roamed through the woods and over the plains,playing games and having fun. Cuento de «Los tres cerditos» en inglés: «The Three Little Pigs»
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