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by Rick Walton
There was once a huge Big with three little Bigs, and when they grew too big for her to keep them, she sent them out to seek their fortune.
The first little Big went off and met a man with a wagon load of straw. "Please, man," said the little Big, "give me that straw to build me a house."
And the man, afraid that the little Big would step on him, gave him the straw. And the little Big built a house with it. But the little Big, though smaller than a big Big, was still too big for his new house. So he left it and went back home to his mother.
But along came a hungry wolf to the house of straw. He knew that if he could eat the little Big he would never again be hungry any more. He knocked at the door, and said, "Little Big, little Big, let me come in."
But the little Big, not being there, said nothing.
And the wolf repeated, "Little Big, little Big, let me come in!"
And the little Big, still not being there, again said nothing.
Then the wolf said, "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!"
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew in the house of straw.
The wolf rooted through the pile of straw, but he could find no little Big there.
The second little Big went off and met a man with a boat load of straw. "Please, man," said the little Big, "give me those sticks to build me a house."
And the man, afraid that the little Big would step on him, gave him the sticks. And the little Big built a house with it. But the little Big, though smaller than a big Big, was still too big for his new house. So he left it and went back home to his mother.
But along came the very hungry wolf to the house of sticks. He knew that if he could eat the little Big he would never again be hungry any more. He knocked at the door, and said, "Little Big, little Big, let me come in."
But the little Big, not being there, said nothing.
And the wolf repeated, "Little Big, little Big, let me come in!"
And the little Big, still not being there, again said nothing.
Then the wolf said, "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!"
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew in the house of sticks.
The wolf rooted through the pile of sticks, but he could find no little Big there.
The third little Big went off and met a man with a ship load of bricks. "Please, man," said the little Big, "give me those bricks to build me a house."
And the man, afraid that the little Big would step on him, gave him the bricks. And the little Big built a house with it. This time the house was big enough and the third little Big moved in, and invited his two brothers to move in with him so their mother would have room to breathe.
But along came the starving wolf to the house of bricks. He knew that if he could eat the little Big he would never again be hungry any more. He knocked at the door, and said, "Little Big, little Big, let me come in."
And the little Big opened the door of the brick house, and being about six hundred times bigger than the wolf, he stepped on him.
And the wolf was never again hungry any more.
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