The Three Little Pigs
Retold by James Marshall
Parts (14): Narrator 1 Narrator 2 Narrator 3 Narrator 4 Narrator 5 Narrator 6
Pig 1 Pig 2 Pig 3 Wolf Mama First Man
Man 2 Man 3
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Narrator 1: Once upon a time, an old sow sent her three little pigs out into the world to
seek their fortune.
Mama: Now be sure to write! And remember that I love you.
Narrator 2: The first little pig met a man with a load of straw.
Pig 1: I know! I'll buy your straw and build a house.
First Man: That's not a good idea.
Pig 1: Mind your own business, thank you.
Narrator 3: And he bought the straw and set about building a house.
Narrator 4: It took him no time at all.
Narrator 5: Very soon a lean and hungry wolf happened by.
Narrator 6: Pig was just about his favorite food in the world. So he knocked on the door.
Wolf: Little pig, little pig let me come in!
Pig 1: No, no, no! Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Narrator 1: This annoyed the wolf to no end.
Wolf: Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!
Pig 1: Go right ahead!
Narrator 2: So the wolf huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in.
Narrator 3: And he gobbled up the little pig.
Narrator 4: The second little pig met a man with a load of sticks.
Pig 2: I've got it! I'll buy those sticks and build a house.
Man 2: I'd think twice about that!
Pig 2: Oh Pooh! What would you know?
Narrator 5: And he bought the sticks and went to work building a house.
Pig 2: Very pretty.
Narrator 6: No sooner had the little pig settled into his pretty house than the wolf
happened by.
Narrator 1: The wolf was still hungry.
Wolf: Little pig, little pig let me come in.
Pig 2: No, no, no! Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin.
Narrator 2: The wolf didn't care for that at all.
Wolf: I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in.
Pig 2: Ha, ha, ha.
Narrator 3: So the wolf huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in.
Narrator 4: And he gobbled up the little pig.
Narrator 5: Now the third little pig met a man with a load of bricks.
Man 3: These bricks will make a fine sturdy house.
Pig 3: Capital idea, my good fellow!
Narrator 6: So he bought the bricks and set about building a house.
Narrator 1: It took him quite a bit of time, but it was well worth it.
Pig 3: Nice and solid; nice and solid.
Narrator 2: But no sooner had the little pig move in than he noticed the wolf loitering
about.
Narrator 3: And the wolf was still hungry.
Wolf: Little pig, little pig, let me come in!
Pig 3: No, no, no. Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin.
Narrator 4: Well the wolf had heard that before!
Wolf: Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in.
Narrator 5: But the wolf huffed and he puffed and huffed and he puffed until he was quite
blue in the face.
Narrator 6: The house stood quite firm.
Wolf: (muttering) Hmmmmm, I'll try another approach.
Narrator 1: He put on his most dazzling smile.
Wolf: Little pig, I was only teasing. By the way, I hear tell that Farmer Jones has
the most scrumptious turnips. Shall we go pick a few?
Pig 3: Oh, I'm much too busy now. What about tomorrow morning?
Wolf: Excellent! I'll come for you at six.
Narrator 2: The next morning the little pig got up at five, hurried off to Farmer Jones's
turnip field, picked a basketful of scrumptious turnips and dashed back home.
Narrator 3: When the wolf arrived at six the turnips were already boiling in the pot.
Pig 3: Sorry I couldn't wait.
Narrator 4: The wolf tried not to show his displeasure.
Wolf: No harm done. By the way, there is a lovely apple tree down in Merry Meadow.
Shall we go help ourselves to a few apples?
Pig 3: I must cook my turnips. Let's meet there tomorrow morning.
Wolf: Splendid. Shall we say at five?
Narrator 5: The next morning the little pig was up at four and went off for the apples.
Narrator 6: It took longer than he'd expected to reach Merry Meadows, and while he was
gathering apples in the highest trees, he saw the wolf approaching.
Pig 3: Do try one of these.
Narrator 1: The third little pig threw an apple as far as he could.
Narrator 2: When the wolf chased after the apple, the little pig shimmied down the tree
and made if safely home.
Narrator 3: The next day the wolf came again.
Narrator 4: Really he was quite put out.
Wolf: There's a fair today on Hog Hill. Would you care to go?
Pig 3: Why don't we meet there? Would three o'clock suit you?
Wolf: Colossal!
Pig 3: Three it is.
Narrator 5: Just to make sure, he would be there at two.
Narrator 6: At one in the afternoon the little pig went to the fair and had a fine time-so
fine that he lost track of the hour.
Narrator 1: Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he saw the wolf coming up the hill.
Without a minute to spare, the little Pig jumped inside an empty butter churn
and rolled down the hill toward the wolf.
Narrator 2: Well, the wolf was so scared, he ran all the way home.
Narrator 3: That evening the wolf went to the little pig's house and told him how frightened
he'd been by a great round thing that came down a hill.
Pig 3: Frightened you did I? That great round thing was a butter churn, and I was
inside!
Narrator 4: This was simply too much for the wolf to stand.
Wolf: I've been nice long enough! I'm going to eat you up right now!
Narrator 5: So the wolf climbed up onto the roof. When the little pig saw this, he put a big
iron pot in the fireplace and quickly stoked the fire.
Wolf: Here I come! Dinnertime!
Pig 3: You can say that again!
Narrator 6: The wolf dropped directly into the pot and the pig cooked that mean old wolf and
gobbled him up!
All: And that was the end of the big, bad wolf!
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Scripted by Jennifer Wells