Week 12 Reading Notes: The Story of the Three Little Pigs

 There was once a sow with three little pigs. She was unable to keep them so they went to seek their own lives. The first pig got some straw that he managed to make a house with. A wolf came along and asked to come in. When the pig said no, he destroyed the house and killed the pig. The second pig found a man with furze and built a house with that. He had the same fate as the first pig. The third pig made a house out of bricks that the wolf was not able to breach. The wolf tried to trick the pig multiple times to come out, telling him about turnips and apples but the pig was too smart. The wolf tried to go down the chimney but there was a pot of water. The pig boiled the wolf alive and ate him.


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