Three Little Pugs

In a town far, far away, there were three little pugs. They had lived with their mother for four long years, and she decided it was time they looked after themselves. And so the three little pugs went off on their own to build their homes.

"I'm going to build my home of straw!" said the first little pug.

"I'm going to build mine of sticks!" said the second little pug.

"I'm going to build my house out of bricks!" said the third little pug.


Everyday, the three little pugs would argue about whose house would be the strongest as they carried their building materials back and forth. The real test was about to prove once of them right.


There was a wolf that lived just outside of town, and once a week, he would sneak into the town and steal a pug back to his own home to snack on for a week.


A few weeks later, the three pug brothers were busy in their new homes, cooking and cleaning, when the first little pug heard a knock at the door.

"Little pug, little pug! Let me in!" said a voice from outside.

"Oh no! It's the big, bad wolf!" thought the little pug. "What should I do?"

"Let you in? Not by the hair on my little pink chin!" the pug shouted back at the closed door.

"Very well!" replied the wolf. "I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down!"

And he did. The big, bad wolf breathed in as deep as he could and pushed his chest out. He let out his breath and without much resistance at all, the house fell down. The little pug, shocked at how fragile his straw house was, squealed and ran to his brother's house, who heard him coming and opened the door for him. Together, the two brothers quickly locked the door and pushed the wide, wooden dining table against the door.

Again, the wolf shouted, "Little pugs, little pugs! Let me come in!"

The wolf received the same disappointing reply, "Not by the hair on our chinny, chin-chins!"

He growled and replied, "Fine! Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down!"

And with barely any effort, the wolf had blown the stick house down and it lay scattered on the little, grassy hill.

The two pugs ran as fast as their little pug legs could take them to their brother's brick house, just down the hill.

The wolf laughed. He had been spying on the three brothers for some time and knew that the third brother's house was the last place they could run to. He thought he had them!

He casually strolled down the hill, whistling as he went, enjoying the sun on his back.

He got down to the last brothers house and laughed and said, "Ah, silly little pugs! Why don't you just let me in?"

The little pugs were trembling by now, wondering what they were going to do.

"We will not let you in, wolf! Not by the hair on our terrified chins!" shouted back the three little pugs.

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff - yet again - and I'll blow your house down!" said the wolf, starting to sound very bored. He was hungry and just wanted to catch his dinner.

The three pug brothers ran around inside the small, brick house frantically.

Again, the wolf took in as much air as he could, and then let it all out in a breath so heavy it made the rug on the pug's dining room floor curl up at one end and blow across the room!

But the house did not move. The third little pug, forgetting for just a few moments that at any minute he could be eaten, jumped in the air.

"I told you my house was the strongest!" he exclaimed.

"Forget that," said the first little pug. "Listen! He's climbing onto the roof! Oh no! The chimney!"

The three little pugs held onto one another and huddled together in the corner furthest away from the chimney.

The wolf bent over and stuck his head into the dark, stuffy chimney and laughed, "I'm coming to get you, little pugs!"

Just as the three pugs began to really panic, they heard a cry from the wolf and he came tumbling down the chimney and landed with a splash in the vegetable stew the third little pug had been cooking. The stew splashed all over the clean floor and all was silent.

Slowly, the third little pug crept over to the giant pot.

"He's dead," he said quietly.


The three little pugs' mother had heard the first little pug's cries for help and crept up behind the wolf. When he bent over into the chimney, she had aimed her bow and arrow and hit the wolf right in the back side!

"Mother, brothers... Would you like to stay for dinner?" asked the third little pug.


That night, the three little pugs and their mother enjoyed a delicious vegetable and wolf stew. When they could eat no more, they poured the stew into containers and set off around town to serve the hot meal to the poor, homeless pugs whose houses had been blown down and whose families had been eaten.

From then on, things started to look up in Snortown. The news of the big, bad wolf spread across the lands and no other wolf dared to enter Snortown again.