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
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
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!
--------------------------------------------
Scripted by Jennifer Wells