Nilson and the Three LIttle Pigs

My son Nilson is five years old. Every night before he sleeps, I either tell him a story or read one with him. Sometimes it’s a Bible story (though lately he has not liked those before sleeping because of all the violence), sometimes it’s a traditional bedtime story, and sometimes its just a story I make up on the spot. Sometimes, he likes to tell me a story.

 

Nilson had been thinking about some Bible stories a few nights ago when I was telling the three little pigs again (at  his request.) He asked me to change it. I told a funny version, then he told one. Below are close approximations of the stories we told. The first one is mine the second one is Nilson’s.

 

The Four Little Pigs

 

Once upon a time there were four little pigs. One build a house of bricks. One built a house of sticks, one built a house of straw, and one build no house at all. He he preferred to live off the land and sleep in the field.

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Once upon a time there were three little pigs.

 

The Three Pigs

 

Once upon a time there were three little pigs. The youngest pig was a foolish pig. He build his house of straw on the sand. His brother was foolish too. He build his house of sticks on the sand as well. They had a wise brother. He build his brick house on the rock.

 

One day a big bad wolf said to the youngest pig. “Open the door and let me in. I’m hungry.”

 

“Nope.” said the little pig.

 

“Ok, I will blow your house down and then eat you.” said the wolf. So he huffed and puffed and blew against the house of the foolish pig and it fell with a great crash. The little pig ran away to his wise brother’s house.

 

The wolf, saw the stick house nearby and said the same thing to the next pig.

 

One day a big bad wolf said to the pig. “Open the door and let me in. I’m hungry.”

 

“Sorry.” said the pig.

 

“Ok, I will blow your house down and then eat you.” said the wolf. So he huffed and puffed and blew against the house of the foolish pig and it fell with a great crash. This pig ran away to his wise brother’s house, too.

 

The wolf went to the wise pig’s house. “Open the door and let me in. I’m hungry.”

 

“Okay” said the wise pig. He opened the door, put a rock in his sling, spun it round and round and slung the rock as hard as he could at the wolf. It hit him right between the eyes.

 

The big bad wolf never bothered the pigs again.