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A Brahmin frees a trapped tiger who breaks its promise but outsmarts it with the help of a clever jackal.
A happy frog in a small well meets a sea turtle and learns about the vast, wonderful world beyond his home.
Lion proclaims peaceful kingdom in the jungle, but the skeptical Hare doubts if the predator can truly change, choosing safety over hope.
Four scholars, lacking practical wisdom, bring a lion back to life but are killed by it, except the cautious fourth scholar.
Two pots floated together; the metal desired to stick, yet the clay feared breaking, so they respected each other and reached the end unharmed.
A woman had a special Hen that laid one egg daily, so she tried feeding it more to get two eggs, but it stopped laying altogether.
A king's elephant and a dog form a friendship, are suddenly separated, but they are reunited by the king and live happily.
Three fish lived in a lake, but when fishermen planned to catch them, the two left while the laid-back one stayed and was caught.
A kind old man rescues a trapped crane, which later transforms into a young woman and weaves beautiful cloth for him to repay his kindness.
A Swallow boasts about its shiny feathers to a Crow, who responds by appreciating the joy and strength found in its own dark feathers.
Hunting Dog confronts rewarded Guard Dog, who blames their master for not training him to work for sustenance.
Birds chose Peacock for king based on beauty, but Magpie's questions made them realize wisdom and courage were crucial.
There are three little pigs. They live with their mother. One day, Mother Pig says, "You are big now. Go build your own houses."
The first little pig sees a man with straw. He says, "Can I have some straw?" The man says yes. The pig builds a house with straw. He is happy.
The second little pig sees a man with sticks. He says, "Can I have some sticks?" The man says yes. The pig builds a house with sticks. He is happy.
The third little pig sees a man with bricks. He says, "Can I have some bricks?" The man says yes. The pig builds a house with bricks. He is very happy.
One day, a big bad wolf comes. He is very hungry. He goes to the straw house. He says, "Little pig, little pig, let me in!"
"No, no, not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin," says the first pig.
"Then I will huff and puff and blow your house down," says the wolf. The wolf blows the house down. The little pig runs to the stick house.
The next day, the wolf goes to the stick house. He says, "Little pig, little pig, let me in!"
"No, no, not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin," says the second pig.
"Then I will huff and puff and blow your house down," says the wolf. The wolf blows the house down. The two pigs run to the brick house.
The wolf goes to the brick house. He says, "Little pig, little pig, let me in!"
"No, no, not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin," says the third pig.
"Then I will huff and puff and blow your house down," says the wolf. The wolf huffs and puffs, but he cannot blow the house down.
The wolf is angry. He climbs up the house and goes down the chimney. The pigs put a big pot of hot water under the chimney. The wolf falls into the hot water. "Ouch!" he yells and runs away.
The three little pigs live happily in their brick house. They are safe and happy.
Once upon a time, in a quiet part of the forest, Mother Pig knew it was time for her three little pigs to grow up and live on their own. She lovingly sent them off to build their own houses.
The youngest pig, cheerful and quick, met a man selling straw. "Excuse me, sir, may I buy some straw to build my home?" The man smiled and agreed, and soon the little pig had a cozy straw house.
The middle pig walked a little further and saw a man with sticks. "Pardon me, could I buy some sticks to make my house?" The friendly man said yes, and before long, there was a comfy house made of sticks.
The oldest pig, who was very smart, wanted a strong house. He found a man selling bricks. "Could you please sell me some bricks for my house?" he asked. The man helped him, and soon, a solid brick house stood proudly, complete with shiny windows and a welcoming door.
One evening, under the stars, a hungry wolf appeared, looking for a pig to eat. He found the straw house and shouted, "Little pig! Little pig! Let me in! Let me in!"
"No! No! Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!" the youngest pig called out.
"Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!" roared the wolf. And with a big puff, the straw house fell down, and the little pig ran to his brother's stick house.
The next night, the wolf, still very hungry, came to the stick house. "Little pig! Little pig! Let me in! Let me in!"
"No! No! Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!" the second pig said firmly.
"Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!" the wolf shouted. With a strong blow, the stick house broke apart, and the two pigs hurried to the brick house for safety.
The wise pig let them in and reminded them about the importance of hard work.
On the third night, the big, bad wolf approached the brick house. "Little pig! Little pig! Let me in! Let me in!"
"No! No! Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!" the third pig responded bravely.
"Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!" the wolf threatened.
But the brick house stayed strong and didn’t move, no matter how much the wolf huffed and puffed.
Angry, the wolf looked for another way in. The pigs saw his shadow at the window, then heard noises—the wolf was climbing a tree to get to the chimney!
"Quick!" said the eldest pig. "He's going to come down the chimney!"
They quickly got a big pot, filled it with water, and heated it up. They waited anxiously as the wolf slid down the chimney. He landed in the hot water with a loud splash!
"Ouchie!" he cried, jumping out and running up the chimney, his tail smoking.
The three little pigs breathed a sigh of relief as the wolf ran away into the woods, his tail still hurting.
From then on, the three little pigs lived happily in their strong brick house, safe and sound.
Once upon a time, in a cozy corner of the woods, Mother Pig realized her three little pigs needed to learn and grow on their own. With a loving nudge, she sent them off into the world to build their own homes.
The youngest pig, with a skip in his step, met a man with straw. "Excuse me, sir, may I buy some straw to build a home?" The man nodded with a smile, and the little pig built himself a snug straw house.
The middle pig trotted a bit further and found a man with sticks. "Pardon me, could I purchase some sticks to construct my house?" The kind man agreed, and soon a cozy stick house stood tall.
The eldest pig, wise and thoughtful, desired a sturdy home. He encountered a man with bricks. "Could you kindly sell me bricks for a house?" he asked. The man obliged, and before long, a solid brick house was fashioned with glistening windows and a charming door.
Under the twinkling night sky, a wolf emerged, craving a piggy snack. He spied the straw house and called, "Little pig! Little pig! Let me in! Let me in!"
"No! No! Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!" the youngest pig declared.
"Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!" roared the wolf. And with a mighty gust, the straw house toppled, sending the little pig scurrying to his brother's stick house.
The next evening, the wolf, hungrier still, approached the stick house. "Little pig! Little pig! Let me in! Let me in!"
"No! No! Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!" the second pig protested.
"Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!" the wolf bellowed. And with a fierce blow, the stick house crumbled, and the two pigs dashed to the safety of the brick house.
The wise pig welcomed them, reminding them of the value of hard work.
On the third night, the wolf, bigger and worse, arrived at the brick house. "Little pig! Little pig! Let me in! Let me in!"
"No! No! Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!" the third pig answered bravely.
"Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!" threatened the wolf. But the brick house didn't budge, no matter how hard the wolf huffed and puffed.
Fuming with anger, the wolf sought another entry. The three little pigs watched his shadow loom at the window and then heard a scuffling noise—the wolf was clambering up the tree, aiming for the chimney!
"Quickly!" exclaimed the eldest pig. "He’s going to drop down the chimney!"
They fetched their largest pot, filled it with water, and set it to boil. They waited, hearts racing, as the wolf inched down the chimney. With a great splash, the wolf landed in the pot!
"Ouchie!" he yelped, as he scurried back up the chimney with his tail sizzling.
The three little pigs sighed in relief as the wolf vanished over the treetops, nursing his tender tail.
And so, the three little pigs thrived in their brick home, living joyfully ever after.
Once upon a whimsy in a forest not too far from a place where cakes and pies grow on trees, Mother Pig, who had a knack for baking mud pies, decided her three little pigs were big enough to explore the big, wide world. "Off you trot, my darlings!" she chuckled, "But remember, don’t accept candy from strangers, especially if it's broccoli flavored!"
The youngest pig, who couldn’t stay still and had a giggle that could make a grumpy tree smile, bounced off and stumbled upon a chap surrounded by a mountain of straw. "Excuse me, Mr. Straw Man, may I buy some straw? I'm building a house that's going to be as cozy as a hug!" The Straw Man, who wore a hat so big it could be its own country, chuckled, "Of course, young sir! But beware, it’s ticklish!"
With a bundle of straw and laughter at the ticklish touches, the pig built a house that looked like a giant's hairdo after a nap.
The middle pig, with dreams as big as his appetite for adventure, wandered a bit farther and met a gentleman holding sticks. "Good day, Mr. Stick Fellow! Could I trouble you for some sticks? I aim to build a house sturdier than my brother's hairdo." The Stick Man, juggling three sticks while standing on one leg, agreed, "Sure! But they're also great for limbo competitions!"
Soon, a house stood tall, looking like a fort ready for a pillow fight.
The eldest pig, wise beyond his years and a lover of fine architecture, sought something that wouldn't dance away with the wind. He met a man with bricks that seemed as strong as Mother Pig's mud pies. "Dear Brick Guy, might I acquire bricks to construct a fortress of solitude, minus the solitude?" The Brick Man, with a smile as solid as his wares, nodded, "Absolutely! But, I warn you, they're terrible at floating."
Before long, a brick mansion rose, complete with a doorbell that quacked like a duck.
As the stars giggled in the night sky, a wolf with a hankering for some piggy delicacies crept closer, his stomach rumbling louder than thunder on a tin roof. He spotted the straw house and hollered, "Little pig! Little pig! Pretty please, let me in?"
The youngest pig peeped out, "No can do! Not by the twinkle in my eye!"
"Well, then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and probably take a small break before I blow your house in!" the wolf declared. True to his word, with a huff, a puff, and a little rest in between, he sent the straw house flying like a circus tent in a breeze.
The piglet sprinted to his brother's stick house, giggling about the ticklish escape.
The next night, the wolf, now craving a double piggy delight, approached the stick house. "Little pigs! Little pigs! Let me come in for a spot of tea?"
"Sorry! No room for wolves, especially those without invitations!" the second pig replied.
With a grunt, the wolf announced, "Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and maybe snack on some cookies while I blow your house down!" And so, with a gust and a munch on imaginary cookies, the stick house crumbled like a cookie in milk.
The two pigs scampered to the eldest brother's brick palace, discussing the merits of stick versus straw in sprinting shoes.
On the third night, the wolf, now hungrier than a bear after a diet, faced the brick house. "Little pigs! Little pigs! Let me in, or I'll start reciting poetry!"
"Keep your verses for the trees! We’re not opening!" the third pig called out.
"I'll huff and puff and... Oh, who am I kidding? This is a brick house!" the wolf sighed but gave it a go anyway. Alas, the house stood as firm as Mother Pig's resolve when dessert was refused.
Frustrated, the wolf eyed the chimney. "Ah-ha! The express route!" he smirked.
Inside, the pigs prepared a welcome — a pot of water on the boil, imagining it was a giant tea cup. "He's in for a surprise!" they giggled.
As the wolf slid down the chimney, dreaming of victory, he plunged into the hot surprise. "Yikes! That’s not the spa treatment I hoped for!" he yelped, shooting up the chimney like a firework, his tail a comet of regret.
The three little pigs watched as the wolf's silhouette vanished, probably off to find an ice pack rather than another piggy snack.
In their unshakeable brick house, the three pigs lived merrily, hosting tea parties, limbo competitions, and even poetry nights, just for giggles. The forest buzzed with laughter, and all agreed, there was no place like home, especially if it quacked.
In a cozy forest nook, not too far or near,
Mother Pig said, "My darlings, it's time, I fear.
Go build your homes, with care and glee,
In the wide, wide world, so bold and free."
The youngest pig, with joy so grand,
Built his house from straw, upon the land.
The middle one, with sticks in tow,
Crafted his home, a cozy glow.
The eldest pig, with thoughts so wise,
Chose bricks to build, under open skies.
A sturdy house, with charm and might,
Ready to withstand any plight.
Then came a wolf, with appetite mean,
"Little pig! Little pig! Let me in!"
But with each huff and mighty puff,
He found their houses were quite tough.
The straw and sticks, they fell with ease,
But the brick house stood, despite the tease.
"By the hairs on my chinny chin chin,
You can't come in, you can't win!"
The wolf, in anger, climbed so high,
"A chimney trick will nab that guy!"
But the pigs were smart, with a pot to boil,
Leaving the wolf to recoil.
With a splash, and a yelp of surprise,
The wolf fled under starry skies.
The three little pigs, safe and sound,
In their brick house, so strong and bound.
Together they lived, in joy and cheer,
Their bond of love, oh so dear.
For in a world so wild and vast,
Their happiness forever would last.
Dried plant stems used for building houses.
Small pieces of wood for building houses.
Small, hard blocks for building houses.
Part of the face, below the mouth.
To breathe out loudly and strongly.
To blow air with force from the mouth.
To push air out forcefully.
A tall, thin part of a house for smoke.
Moves up something using hands and feet.
In a joyful and pleased way.
Showing love and care in a gentle way.
Feeling or showing happiness and positivity.
To ask someone politely to repeat or clarify.
Friendly and inviting, making people feel comfortable.
Became visible or could be seen suddenly.
Spoke very loudly, usually because of anger or excitement.
In a strong, determined way, not changing.
Warned someone that you might hurt them.
In a way that shows you are worried or nervous.
Feeling happy because something difficult ended.
Understood something clearly and suddenly.
Build or make something, like a house.
Met someone unexpectedly.
Made or shaped something in a specific way.
Strongly wanting something to eat.
Running quickly with short steps.
Strongly said no or disagreed.
Moved a little bit from a place.
Feeling and showing a lot of anger.
Climbing with difficulty using hands and feet.
Playful and imaginative, not serious at all.
Special skill or ability to do something well.
People you do not know at all.
To get or buy something you want.
A strong, safe building like a castle.
Very tasty or special foods to eat.
Shouted or yelled loudly to be heard.
Said something in a firm, confident way.
Something made up, not real or true.
The dark shape of someone or something against a light background.
A small, quiet corner or space.
Loved children or dear ones.
Made with skill and care.
Strong and not easily broken.
Stay strong against something hard.
A strong feeling of hunger.
A playful term meaning chin or beard.
Move back quickly in fear or surprise.
The sound and action of water moving quickly.
Very large and wide in size.
Who do the three little pigs live with at the beginning of the story?
What does the first little pig use to build his house?
What happens to the straw house when the wolf blows on it?
Why can't the wolf blow down the brick house?
What do the pigs do to stop the wolf from coming down the chimney?
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