The little pigs all said, "So you want us to move out?"

And their mother replied, "Yes. You're all big boys now. Go and pack your bags; I want you all to be ready by the morning." So they hurried off and packed their bags and were ready by morning as their mother had asked. They set off down the street to find some accommodation.

As they walked down the street they came across a man with a bundle of straw. "Excuse me, would you give me that bundle of hay for one shilling?" asked the eldest pig politely.

"Seems a fair price," replied the man with the bundle of hay. So he handed the straw over when the eldest pig handed over the shilling. The eldest pig said farewell to the others and set off in another direction to find a place to build his house of straw. Not far away he found a place and had finished making his house by nightfall.

The other pigs continued down the road after the eldest pig had left but it was no more than a couple of minutes before the second eldest pig saw a man carrying a bundle of sticks. "Excuse me, would you be willing to give me those sticks if I were to give you a shilling?" questioned the second eldest pig.

"Okay; seems like a reasonable price," said the man with the bundle of sticks. As the second eldest pig handed over the shilling the man handed his bundle over to the pig. The second eldest pig said his farewells and set off to find a place to build a house of sticks. He found a place nearby also and had finished his house by nightfall.

So the youngest of the pigs continued up the road alone but not for long because he had come across a pile of bricks in a small clearing. He started work straight away and worked well into night but by day break the next day he had finally finished building his house.

The eldest pig was arranging his furniture that morning when he heard a knock on the door. "Let me in, little pig, or I will huff and puff and blow your house down!" shouted the wolf, whose ravenous jaws were dripping at the thought of roast pork for dinner.

"No, not but the hairs on my chinny chin chin!" replied the pig.

So the wolf huffed and puffed and blew the house down but the eldest pig escaped and rushed to the second eldest pig's house, so the wolf followed the scent and found the house.

He knocked on the door and said, "Let me in, little pigs, or I will huff and puff and blow your house down!"

"No, I will not let you in! Not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin!" said the little pig. So the wolf huffed and puffed and blew the house down, but he didn't know that they had quietly slipped through the back door and escaped to the youngest pig's house. But the wolf followed the scent and soon he was there.

"Let me in, little pigs, let me in or I will huff and I'll puff and blow your house down!" barked the wolf, frothing at the mouth; he was very hungry by this time.

"No, we won't let you in not by the hairs of our chinny chin chin!" shouted all the pigs.

So the wolf huffed and he puffed and he blew and he blew until he was blue in the face but he couldn't blow the house down because it was sturdy and made of bricks. So, being very cunning, he went onto the roof and hopped down the chimney. But the youngest pig, being even more cunning, had heard the footsteps on the roof and had placed a pot of boiling water in the fireplace.

Then there was a high pitched, eerie and blood curdling scream but, all the same, the three pigs were grateful for their wolf soup!