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domingo, 13 de noviembre de 2011

Fairy Tale: Three little pigs


Once upon a time, there were three little pigs, who lived without parents. They were always having fun, climbing in trees and running through the woods. They were welcomed everywhere because of their kindness.
Soon winter arrived and they started to realize they needed a real home, it began to rain so each of them began quickly to build their own home.
The youngest and laziest pig decided he would build a straw hut. The second youngest pig thought that straw was too fragile so he decided to build a wooden hut, a little less fragile. The oldest pig, the most patient and wise pig, decided to build his house with bricks, so he could protect him against the wolf.
One day, when the two youngest pigs were playing, they saw the tracks of a wolf, so they ran to their homes. The wolf went first to the straw hut, he just blew away the hut, but the little wise pig ran to his brother's wooden house. The wolf just did the same, he took a very deep breath and also blew away that hut. Meanwhile, the oldest pig was watching the scene from his window and quickly opened the door for his two brothers. The wolf tried to blew away the brick house several times but he couldn't. So he took a ladder and decided to enter the house through the chimney. The little pig saw it and light up a fire. The wolf went down and burned himself. He never tried to do this again and the three little pigs were very happy with their action.

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