The middle brother decided to buid a house of sticks.
The third pig, the oldest, decided to build a house of bricks.
The first little pig built himself a house of straw
“Not by the hair of my chinny — chin- chin!”
“Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” -- “then I´ll huff and I´ll puff and I´ll blow your house in!”
“No, we won´t!”
“Open the door, Let me come in!” -- “then I´ll huff and I´ll puff and I´ll blow down your house!”
Once upon a time there were three little pigs and the time came for them to seek their fortunes and built their houses.
“No we wont´t”
Just as the first little pig reached his door, out of the woods popped a big bad wolf. The little pig squealed with fright and slammed the door.
Away raced the little pig to his brother´s house of sticks. The wolf was really angry, so went behind the youngest pig until the house of sticks.
“Who is scared of furious wolf, furious wolf, furious wolf?, “Who is scared of furious wolf? furious wolf !”.
The two little pigs raced away to his big brother´s house of bricks.
“Open the door little pigs!, let me come in! ” -- “then I´ll huff and I´ll puff and I´ll blow down your house!”
But the wolf couldn´t blow down that little house of bricks. He decided to climb and get in through the chimney. So he climbed, jumped down and fell right into a kettle of boiling water! He sprang straight up the chimney again and raced away into the woods.
The three little pigs never saw him again, and spent their time in the strong brick house dancing and singing.