Today we're going to read the true story
of the three little pigs by A. Wolf
as told to Jon Scieszka illustrated by
Lane Smith. Everybody knows the story
of the three little pigs or at least
they think they do. But i'll let you in
on a little secret nobody knows the real
story because nobody has ever heard my
side of the story.
I'm the wolf, Alexander T. Wolf. You can
call me Al. I don't know how this whole
big bad wolf thing got started but it's
all wrong.
It looks like Alexander T. Wolf is
wearing a prisoner outfit along with his
glasses. Another word for glasses
is spectacles.
Maybe it's because of our diet.
Hey, it's not my fault wolves eat cute
little animals like bunnies and sheep
and pigs. That's just the way we are.
If cheeseburgers were cute, folks would
probably think you were big and bad, too.
What do you think about that giant
hamburger? It might have cheese, pickles,
lettuce and tomato on it, but what kind of
meat is there? Do you see the rabbit ears the
mouse's tail and the rat's nose? It was
definitely made for wolves. What do you
think about the wolf? Do you believe him?
Let's find out. But like I was saying, the
whole big bad wolf thing is all wrong.
The real story is about a sneeze and a
cup of sugar.
This is the real story. Way back in once
upon a time time. I was making a birthday
cake for my dear old granny. I had a
terrible sneezing cold. I ran out of
sugar. There's a picture of his granny on
the wall and look at the ingredients in
her birthday cake. There are whole eggs not
even cracked, rabbit ears, butter maybe
some milk and there's supposed to be sugar.
I guess he should have went to the
grocery store before he started the cake.
And it does seem like he's sneezing all
over the place.
What a mess you should always cough and sneeze into your elbow. So I went next door
to ask if I could borrow a cup of sugar.
Now the guy next door was a pig and he
wasn't too bright either. He had built
his whole house out of straw.
Can you believe it? I mean who in his
right mind would build a house out of
straw?
There he goes, down the trail to the Little
Pig's house with his measuring cup. So of
course the minute I knocked on the door
it fell right in.
I didn't want to just walk into someone
else's house so I called little pig,
little pig, are you in?
No answer. I was just about to go home
without a cup of sugar from my dear
old granny's birthday cake.
But that's when my nose started to itch. I felt a sneeze coming on.
Well I huffed. And I snuffed. And I sneezed a
great sneeze.
AACHOOOO! Everything went flying everywhere
his bowtie and spectacles and can you
see if the little pig was home? And you
know what? That whole darn straw house
fell down. And right in the middle of the
pile of straw was the first little
pig - dead as a doornail. And he had been
home the whole time. It seemed like a
shame to leave a perfectly good ham dinner
lying there in the straw. So I ate it up.
Think of it as a big cheeseburger just
lying there. Uh oh! Would you have eaten it, if it was
a big cheeseburger?
I was feeling a little better, but I
still didn't have my cup of sugar so I
went on to the next house.
The guy who there was the first little pig's brother.
He was a little smarter, but not much. He
had built his house out of sticks.
Hmm, I wonder how many sticks he had to use.
I rang the bell on the stick house. Nobody
answered.
I called, Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?
He yelled back, go away wolf. You can't come in.
I'm shaving the hairs on my chinny chin
chin and so he is. He has a razor in his
hand and a bowl of water to rinse it off
with. I had just grabbed the doorknob when I
felt another sneeze coming on. I huffed. And
I snuffed. And I tried to cover my mouth
but I sneezed a great sneeze.
AACHOOO! And you're not going to believe it
but this guy's house fell down just like
his brother's. When the dust cleared, there was
the second little pig - dead as a doornail.
Wolf's honour. Wolf's honour? Would you take
his word for it? Now you know food will
spoil if you just leave it out in the open. So
I did the only thing there was to do. I
had dinner again. Think of it as a
second helping.
I was getting awfully full. But my cold
was feeling a little better. And i still
didn't have that cup of sugar for my
dear old granny's birthday cake. So I went
to the next house.
This guy was the First and Second Little
Pig's brother. He must have been the
brains of the family. He had built his
house out of bricks.
I'm glad the third pig built a nice,
strong house out of bricks.
I don't think Alexander T. Wolf can fit
a third helping in his stomach.
What do you think?
I'm knocked on the brick house. No answer.
I called, Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in? And do
you know what that rude little porker answered?
Get out of here, Wolf. Don't bother me
again. Hmm, it doesn't seem like he has any manners.
Talk about impolite. He probably had a whole
sack full of sugar and he wouldn't give
me even one little cup for my dear sweet old
granny's birthday cake.
What a pig?! I was just about to go home
and maybe make a nice birthday card
instead of a cake, when I felt my
cold coming on. I huffed.
And I snuffed. And I sneezed once again.
AACHOOO! Then the third little pig yelled, and
your old granny can sit out a pin!
That's not very nice, but I don't know
the last pig doesn't look that friendly.
Now I'm usually a pretty common fellow
but when somebody talks about my granny
like that, I go a little crazy. When the
cops drop up, of course I was trying to
break down this pig's door. And the whole
time I was huffing and puffing
and sneezing and making a real scene. And there
are the reporters, but he does seem to be
making quite a fuss. The rest as they say,
is history.
The news reporters found out about the
two pigs I had for dinner. They figured
a sick guy going to borrow a cup of
sugar didn't sound very exciting. So
they jazzed up the story with all of that
Huff and puff and blow your house down and they
made me the Big Bad Wolf.
That's it, the real story. I was framed.
There's the newspaper article, center page.
A. T. Wolf Big and Bad. The bottom left
story in the newspaper is about red riding hood, which also has a wolf in the
story. So maybe the news reporters were
trying to make up the story. But maybe you can
loan me a couple of sugar.
The end.
What do you think? Would you loan
him a cup of sugar?
Thanks for listening and join us next time.