Thomas And The Three Little Pigs

Chapter One
Time to leave home

Thomas was a little blonde boy with cheeky smile, who had three very special little friends. His friends were in fact three little pigs.

One day Thomas was at the three little pigs house having tea. Mrs Pig had baked a wonderful chocolate cake. Thomas’s favourite cake in the whole world was chocolate cake.

Mrs Pig said, ‘Little Pigs, you are all getting too big for our little house, I think it is time you all went off and built your own homes.’
Thomas and the little pigs looked at one and other and felt very excited.
Mrs Pig continued, ‘ Make sure you build the your houses very well as you do not want the Big Bad Wolf blowing them down.’

Tom said, ‘Mrs Pig that is a fantastic idea, I will help them all to build their new houses. We will build them as strong as we can’
The three little pigs gave out a cheer and Mrs Pig gave all three piggies and Tom another slice of chocolate cake.

Bright and early next morning after Thomas had had a large bowl of porridge for his breakfast, he kissed his mummy goodbye and set off to the meet the first little pig.

Thomas and the first little pig set off to find somewhere to build the little pig’s house. They came to a beautiful, burbling stream and saw a man standing beside it. The man was carrying a huge bundle of straw. Butterflies skimmed the surface of the stream
Before Thomas new what was happening the first little pig had bought all the man’s straw.

The first little pig said, ‘Thomas, lets build my house using this beautiful sweet smelling straw, and we will build it by this beautiful stream!’

‘Are you mad?’ asked Thomas, ‘ Straw is no good for building houses unless you are a little mouse.’ But it was too late, they had the straw, they had the land buy the river. So they both set to work. Well, they worked all day, they built the walls from straw, they built the roof from straw; they even built all the furniture from straw.
To finish off Thomas and the second little pig fixed a wooden front door to the straw house and painted it a beautiful shiny red.

‘Thank you, Thomas.’ Said the first little pig. Thomas set off for home he was very tired but he had enjoyed helping his friend.

Bright and early next morning after Thomas had had a large bowl of porridge for his breakfast, he kissed his mummy goodbye and set off to the meet the second little pig.

Thomas and the second little pig set off to find somewhere to build the second little pig’s house. Soon they came to a beautiful green meadow. Swallows zoomed acroos the clear sky above the meadow catching bugs for their breakfast.
In the meadow standing by the oak trees on the far side stood a man. He had a huge load of sticks for sale.
The second little pig said, ‘Thomas, lets build my house from these beautiful brown sticks!’
Before Thomas new what was happening the first little pig had bought all the man’s sticks.

‘Are you mad?’ asked Thomas, ‘ Sticks are no good for building houses unless you are a little squirrel.’ But it was too late, they had the straw, they had the land in the meadow. So they set to work. Well they both worked all day, they built the walls from sticks, they built the roof from sticks and they made all the furniture from sticks.
To finish off, Thomas and the second little pig fixed a strong wooden front door to the straw house and painted it a beautiful bright yellow.

‘Thank you, Thomas.’ Said the second little pig. Thomas set off for home he was very tired but he had enjoyed helping his friend.

Bright and early next morning after Thomas had had a large bowl of porridge for his breakfast, he kissed his mummy goodbye and set off to the meet the third little pig.

Thomas and the third little pig set off to find somewhere to build the third little pig’s house. Soon they came to a pretty little village. In the village standing by the duck pond, stood a man. He had a large wagon filled to the top with bricks for sale.

The third little pig said, ‘Thomas, lets build my house from these beautiful red bricks!’

‘Now that is one clever little pig?’ Said Thomas, to himself; ‘ Bricks are very good for building houses especially if you are a little pig.’
Well they had the bricks and they had the land by the duck pond. So they both set to work. Thomas and the third little pig worked all day, the built the floor from concrete, they built the walls from bricks, they built the roof from slate and they made all the furniture from some of the stout oak in the meadow. They built a huge brick fireplace, with a chimney in the corner of the little brick house.
To finish off Thomas and the third little pig fixed a strong steel front door to the brick house and painted it a beautiful deep blue. The third little pig was not taking any chance with that nasty, old wolf!
‘Quack said the ducks,’ as they swam on their duck pond.

‘Thank you, Thomas.’ Said the third little pig. Thomas set off for home he was very tired as it is hard work building a house from bricks but he had enjoyed helping his friend.





Chapter Two
Thomas and the wolf pay a visit or three

The following Saturday, Thomas decided to visit his three friends in their new homes. He called on the first little pig in his house of straw. When Thomas knocked on the shiny red front door, he noticed how the straw walls wobbled.
The first little pig was very pleased to see his friend Thomas. He invited him in to his House. The house smelled so sweet from all the straw. The first little pig went into the kitchen and came out carrying a large tray. Thomas was please to note that the tray contained two glasses of cold milk and two large slices of carrot cake.

The two friends were happily munching on their cake when suddenly there was a loud knock, knock, knock on the front door. Thomas put down his cake and looked out the window. It was the big bad wolf!

‘Hello Thomas, hello first little pig said the Big Bad wolf, ‘let me in!’

Not by the hair on his chinny chin chin shall we let you in Mr Wolf,’ shouted Tom.

‘Really, that is very unfortunate as I will now have to huff and puff and BLOW your house in.’ Replied the wolf licking his lips.

As the big bad wolf said this he took three huge lungs full of air and then blew and blew with all his might.
The first little pig’s house was only made from straw. The walls started to shake, the roof started to wobble and suddenly in a huge cloud of straw the house was gone. The straw went everywhere. The straw landed in the beautiful the stream, the straw blow all over the trees, just everywhere, what a terrible mess.

Well Thomas and the first little pig did not have time to worry about the mess, they just ran as fast as they could to the second little pigs house in the meadow. When they got there they knocked on the beautiful yellow door, Thomas could not help but notice how the walls crackled
Thomas and the first little pig, told the second little pig all about there horrible experience with BBW.

‘Well you do not have to worry yourselves any more. You are both safe in my house which is made from strong sticks.’ Said the second little pig. Saying this the second little pig dissapered into his kitchen. Thomas was glad to see the second little pig carrying a tray with three glasses of orange juice and three large slices of lemon cake. It was hungry work running away from the Big Bad Wolf. Just as Thomas and his two friends put the cake to their lips, there was a loud knock, knock, knock at the front door.

Thomas put down his cake and looked out the window. It was the big bad wolf!

‘Hello Thomas, hello first little pig, hello second little pig said the Big Bad wolf, ‘let me in!’

Not by the hair on their chinny chin chins shall we let you in Mr Wolf,’ shouted Thomas.

‘Really, that is very unfortunate as I will now have to huff and puff and BLOW your house in.’ Replied the wolf licking his lips.

As the big bad wolf said this he took four huge lungs full of air and then blew and blew with all his might.
The second little pig’s house was only made from sticks. The walls started to shake, the roof started to wobble and suddenly in a huge explosion of sticks the house was gone. The sticks went everywhere. The sticks landed all over the beautiful meadow, the sticks blew all over the trees, just everywhere, what a terrible mess.

Well Thomas and the two little pigs did not have time to worry about the mess, they just ran as fast as they could to the third little pig’s house in the village. When they got there they knocked on the beautiful blue, steel door, Thomas could not help but notice how the well built every thing was-
Thomas and the two little pigs, told the third little pig all about their horrible experience with Big Bad Wolf.

‘Well you do not have to worry yourselves any more. You are both safe in my house which is made from very strong red bricks.’ Said the third little pig. Saying this the third little pig disappeared into his kitchen. Thomas was very glad to see the Third little pig return, carrying a tray with four cups of tea and four large slices of chocolate cake. It was hungry work running away from the Big Bad Wolf. Just as Thomas and his three friends put the cake to their lips, there was a loud knock, knock, knock at the front door.

Thomas put down his cake and looked out the window. It was the big bad wolf!

‘Hello Thomas, hello first little pig, hello second little pig and hello third little pig said the Big Bad wolf, ‘let me in!’

Not by the hair on their chinny chin chins shall we let you in Mr Wolf,’ shouted Thomas.

‘Really, that is very unfortunate as I will now have to huff and puff and BLOW your house in.’ Replied the wolf licking his lips.

As the big bad wolf said this he took five huge lungs full of air and then blew and blew with all his might.
The third little pig’s house was made from bricks. The walls did not start to shake; the roof did not start to wobble. In fact nothing happened.
So the Big Bad Wolf took six huge lungs full of air and he blew and he blew and he BLEW with all his might. Nothing.

This made the three little pigs and Thomas very happy. They laughed at the Big Bad Wolf and called him names. Suddenly the Big Bad Wolf had an idea. He would climb up the walls and slide down the chimney. This is exactly what he started to do-

Thomas let out a cry. ‘Little pigs lets put a big saucepan of water on the fire that will sort out the big bad wolf once and for all. It was the work of a moment for the little pigs and Thomas to lift over a huge saucepan to fire and bring it to the boil.

The Big Bad Wolf sniggered as he climbed over the roof, he licked his lips, he was going to have a mid morning snack of the three little pigs, possibly Thomas if he could catch him and defiantly all the chocolate cake he could find.
The wolf got to the chimney and started to slide down, it was dark in the chimney and like most bullies the BBW was really a coward at heart. Down he went, ‘Something is wrong!’ he thought to himself, ‘ it really is getting hot in here.

As the wolf got to the bottom of the chimney his toes splashed into the boiling water, he let out a yell and was fired up the chimney all the way to the moon where he still lives to this very day. If you listen carefully you might here him howling with rage

The little pigs and Thomas let out a cheer and finished their tea and cake. The three little pigs bought some more bricks and extended the house. Now they all live thee very happily and Thomas visits as often as he can. They do a wonderful chocolate cake at the three little pigs house.

The End