
The Three Little Pigs · Page 7 of 8
The House That Held Strong
Safe inside the brick house at last, the three little pigs held their breath as the wolf arrived, huffing and puffing with all his might.
He blew, and he blew, and he blew again — but the sturdy brick house did not budge, not even a little.
Exhausted and hungry, the wolf finally gave up and slunk away into the forest, never to bother the three little pigs again.