THE STORY OF THE THREE PIGS

(From the Wolf’s Point of View)

By Roald Dahl Adapted by J. Servis
CAST
Narrator 1 Narrator 4 Narrator 2 Wolf Narrator 3 Pig

N-1: I have had plenty of time from my bed here, at Canine Hospital, to think about the unfortunate
accident I had after meeting the three pigs. My bad luck started the day I met them.

N-2: I’d lived in the woods for a long time. I’d never had neighbors...but that’s because no
one else had ever moved in. I was so happy when I saw the first little pig. There he was...building
his house of straw...right there in my neighborhood.

WOLF: Finally, I’ll have neighbors!

N-3: It didn’t take him long to finish his house and move in his furniture. I was so happy! I skipped up,
politely knocked on his door, and said in my softest voice,

WOLF: Little pig! Little pig! Please let me come in!

N-4: The walls of the house trembled as he answered in the loudest voice I’d ever heard.

Pig: NO! NO! NO! NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY CHIN CHIN!

N-1: Hearing that, I turned around to leave! But to my surprise, down fell the straw house...smothering
the little pig. Well, I thought of all the starving wolves all over the woods. I couldn’t just leave
the pig lying there...so I sat down and ate him for dinner...right down to the last hair on his
chinny chin chin.

N-2: I was so sad about losing a neighbor...even one I hadn’t gotten to know. I thought of all the fun
He and I could have had together. By then, the sound of hammering caught my ear. I stood
behind a tree, just to see what was going on, and couldn’t believe what I saw! Another little pig
was busily building a house of sticks.

N-3: I watched him as he worked. He took a little longer building his house than the first little pig had
taken. But then he finished and moved in his furniture.

N-4: I watched him, my mind filled with happy thoughts of the wonderful friendship he and I would
have!

N-1: I thought excitedly. Nervously, I walked up to the door and knocked on it. Using my sweetest
voice, I said,
WOLF: Little pig! Little pig! Please let me come in!
N-2: I could hardly believe it when this pig yelled louder than the first one had. The walls shook as he
shouted,

PIG: NO! NO! NO! NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY CHIN CHIN!

N-3: All of a sudden, the whole house fell right down before my very eyes. The poor pig was
killed instantly! And again, thinking of all those starving wolves throughout the woods; I ate
him too...right down to the last hair of his chinny chin chin.

N-4: I continued my walk homeward making plans to pack my things and move to another
neighborhood! I felt that I didn’t have a friend in the world...and I’m a likeable fella. But the
sound of whistling interrupted me.

N-1: That’s when I saw the third little pig...whistling away while he built his house of bricks. He
worked and worked...while I watched and watched. I wanted to go and help him, but he
seemed to take such pride in doing it all by himself. He probably could have finished quicker
had he not whistled so much, but finally he finished and moved in his furniture.

N-2: I didn’t know if I should risk introducing myself to him, but I did! Shyly, I went up to the house,
knocked on the door, and in my nicest voice asked,

WOLF: Little pig! Little pig! Will you please let me come in?

N-3: Well, this pig was even louder than the other two. He yelled,

PIG: NO! NO! NO! NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY CHINNY CHIN!

N-4: I stood there...shocked! Why had he yelled at me? I hadn’t done anything to him. Why did he
hate me so much? I stepped back, waiting for the house to fall down from all of his yelling. It
didn’t, and I really wanted to meet him. I knew he’d like me if he met me. That’s why I ran and
jumped on top of the roof.

WOLF: I could go down the chimney and meet him in no time. I could hardly wait!

N-1: But, how was I to know he would have a big kettle of hot water boiling in the fireplace? Waiting
Just for me... and not for tea either!

N-2: So that’s why I’m lying here in the hospital...furless, bandaged up with three broken
legs, and no front teeth. You know...I guess some pigs...(slowly)...
just don’t want to make friends!