Three little pigs sang cheerful songs, danced funny dances, and played various musical instruments. And so it went all summer.
What a delightful piggy business.
Said the Owl, flying over the meadow where they were having fun.
And when autumn came and it started getting cold in the evenings, one of the brothers named Grundelson said:
Everyone in the world needs a home, both people and little animals, and so do we — little pigs.
Oh, not now. When it gets really cold, then we'll think about it. For now, let's play.
Replied Grunky and Grunkin.
Did you hear that?!
The voice of the owl rang out at that moment, sitting in a tree and watching the brothers.
A Wolf has appeared in our neighbourhood, he is mean, hungry, and scary.
Oh, if you're afraid of him,
Objected Grunky and Grunkin.
Then sit in your hollow.
And they themselves sang in a friendly piggy squeal in two voices:
We're not afraid
Of the grey Wolf,
Grey Wolf.
Where do you roam
Grey Wolf,
Grey Wolf?
Who would have thought that the Owl's words about the wolf in the forest would turn out to be true. This news was on the lips of all the animals.
The piglets understood that things were bad, even when they went to sleep. It was quite cool outside.
And in the morning they woke up from the cold, and it became quite clear that cold weather was approaching, and they needed to build a house. In it they could hide from the Wolf and warm themselves during the harsh frosts.
Grunky said:
I will build a house from straw. It will be warm and soft, and there's so much of it everywhere, you don't have to go far for building materials, spend money and time on delivery. And we won't have to call crooked craftsmen.
And I — from branches and twigs. So it doesn't blow away in the wind.
Replied Grunkin.
As they said, so they did.
At this time their brother Grundelson was building his house.
He was distinguished by intelligence and resourcefulness, knew how to combine play and work. Grundelson made a foundation of stone, walls of brick, a roof of red tiles, installed solar panels on it to generate electricity. After all, inside he wanted to equip the house with smart technology, and for that he needed a constant power supply.
And Grunkin and Grunky continued to sing and dance:
One and two,
And it's all ready,
A house built from straw,
Three and four,
From branches too,
We can have fun again.
The Wolf heard their songs and shouted:
Who's making noise in the forest when the Wolf is tired and sleeping?
And when he saw two plump rosy piglets, he squealed with delight:
Wow, what well-fed little cherubs! I could only dream of such! Can you believe it, how lucky! To catch two pigs at once!
The piglets got scared and ran into Grunkin's straw house.
The Wolf approached their shelter, scratched behind his ear, and said in bewilderment:
What kind of hay stack is this? I'll easily destroy it! I just need to take a big breath, and blow with all my might! Your whole flimsy straw shack will scatter to the sides.
And the Wolf blew. And the straw scattered to the sides. The house collapsed. And the piglets ran to the second house that Grunky had built. The Wolf jumped after them.
Oh, and what kind of weak hut is this made of branches? Ha-ha-ha! I'll break this one too, but I'll have to work a bit here, use some force.
And the Wolf began to shake Grunky's house. The branches crumbled, the supports broke, and this flimsy little house also collapsed.
The piglets ran as fast as they could.
Ah, just look at these swift pigs! They're running away from me.
The Wolf howled.
I'll catch them anyway!
And he grabbed them by their hind legs. The piglets ran only on their front legs. A huge pine tree appeared ahead.
Let's scatter in different directions.
Shouted Grunkin, remembering lessons from his school gym teacher.
And they rushed in different directions: Grunkin — to the right, and Grunky — to the left. And the Wolf remained in the middle, and with a full run crashed into the pine tree.
The piglets' legs slipped out of his enormous paws, and he himself hit his head against the pine trunk so hard that sparks flew from his eyes, and pine cones rained down on his head.
The brothers, panting, reached Grundelson's house. He opened the door for them and let them in.
The piglets trembled with fear. Tears rolled down their snouts.
Calm down.
Said Grundelson.
Everything will be fine! The Wolf won't be able to overcome my house. It's strong, it won't be blown away by wind, it won't be broken by force. And this will be a lesson for you that you can sing, play, and dance if you have somewhere to run to! There!
At that moment the Wolf ran around the house, tried to destroy it, but only broke all his claws and crumbled his teeth. So he left with nothing.
And inside Grundelson's house, he decided to give his brothers a tour.
My house is very smart. It has no lock, and it opens by a hoof print. It has motion sensors, a wireless mini-button for the light above the work surface in the kitchen, a cube with pre-programmed television channels, a gas and smoke detector.
And in the bedroom, when I wake up and it's still dark outside, I say:
