Bedtime Tale: Three Little Pigs

In this track, Jessica reads the tale of The Three Little Pigs by James Orchard Halliwell. Designed to help kids sleep, the classic fairytale is infused with a gentle piano backdrop that adds to the experience of the storytelling.

Transcript

Hello dear one,

My name is Jessica Amos,

But you can call me Jessa.

Tonight I will be reading you the story of the three little pigs.

But first,

Settle down,

Close your eyes,

And take a deep breath in through your nose,

Out through your mouth.

Relax your body,

And let your mind draw pictures of this story as I read you these words.

Once upon a time,

When pigs spoke rhyme and monkeys chewed tobacco,

And hens took snuff to make them tough,

And ducks went quack,

Quack,

Quacko,

There was an old sow who had three little pigs.

Now this wise mother pig knew that the time had come for her children to be out on their own,

And even though it saddened her greatly to do so,

She packed each one a lunch and sent the three little pigs off to seek their fortunes.

Tiny eyes wept salty tears as the little pigs left the homey comforts of trough and sty,

With a final oink and sob each walked through the gate and out into the wide world.

The first little pig to leave home soon met a man on the road who was carrying a load of straw.

Please,

Mr.

Man,

Will you give me that straw so that I can build myself a house?

Asked the pig.

The man did so,

And the pig set to work,

Building himself a house of straw.

When he had finished,

He was quite pleased with himself,

And sat in the shade of a tree to enjoy his lunch.

Suddenly,

A wolf came down the road,

And in an instant the little pig was inside his house.

As the bolt snapped shut,

The pig breathed a sigh of relief.

But then there was a loud knock on the door,

And he heard the wolf say,

Little pig,

Little pig,

Let me in.

To which the pig answered,

Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin.

Well,

Said the wolf,

Showing his teeth,

Then I'll huff,

And I'll puff,

And I'll blow your house in.

Then the wolf huffed,

And he puffed,

And he blew the house in.

Luckily,

The little pig safely scrambled through the whirling straw and quickly ran off across the countryside.

Meanwhile,

The second little pig had met a man on the road who was carrying a bundle of sticks.

Please,

Mr.

Man,

The little pig said,

Will you give me that bundle of sticks so that I can build myself a house?

The man did so,

And the pig set to work at once,

Building himself a house of sticks.

When he had finished,

He made himself a hammock,

And lay in the shade to enjoy his lunch.

Suddenly,

His brother appeared,

Running up the hill,

Waving his arms and crying that the wolf was close behind him.

No sooner had the two little pigs scrambled into the house of sticks than indeed the wolf appeared.

There was a loud knock,

And the wolf said,

Little pigs,

Little pigs,

Let me in.

To which the pigs answered,

Not by the hair of our chinny-chin-chins.

Well,

Said the wolf,

Then I'll huff,

And I'll puff,

And I'll blow your house in.

So he huffed,

And he puffed,

And he blew the house in.

Luckily,

The little pigs scurried through the swirling sticks,

And together scampered into the countryside.

Meanwhile,

The third little pig had met a man on the road who was carrying a load of bricks.

Please,

Mr.

Man,

The little pig said,

Will you give me those bricks so that I can build myself a house?

The man did so,

And the little pig immediately set to work,

Building himself a house of bricks.

When he had finished,

He was quite happy with himself and sat down to enjoy his lunch before beginning to dig his garden.

Suddenly,

His little brothers could be seen running down the road,

Waving their arms and calling to him,

Drop the hoe,

Do not stay,

The wolf will blow your house away.

But the third little pig said,

Come inside,

Double quick,

My little house is made of brick.

In a moment,

All three little pigs stood behind the locked door of the brick house.

And indeed,

After a very short time,

The wolf appeared.

There was a loud knock at the door,

And he said,

Little pigs,

Little pigs,

Let me in.

To which the pigs replied,

Not by the hair of our chinny,

Chin,

Chins.

Well,

Said the wolf,

Then I'll huff,

And I'll puff,

And I'll blow your house in.

So he huffed,

And he puffed,

And he puffed,

And he huffed.

But he soon learned that with all of his huffing and puffing,

He could not so much as even loosen a shingle off the little pig's brick house.

Little pigs,

Said the wolf,

Catching his breath,

I know where there is a wonderful field of turnips.

Really?

Said the third pig,

Is that so?

Please tell us where so we can go.

Oh,

Said the wolf,

Smiling to himself,

In Mr.

Smith's field,

If you would like,

I will come by tomorrow morning,

And we can walk over there together.

With a wink and a smile to his brothers,

The pig replied,

I was wrong,

You're a nice guy,

Just let me know what time you'll drop by.

Let's make it six o'clock,

Said the wolf,

And he slinked off down the road.

Well,

The little pigs got up at five and went out,

Picked the turnips,

And returned home just before the wolf arrived.

Ready to go?

The wolf asked sweetly through the closed door.

Ready?

Heck,

We're all done.

We got up before the sun,

Laughed the little pigs.

The wolf's eyes widened,

And he gritted his teeth in anger.

But being a sly fellow,

He held his breath and waited a moment.

Then as sweetly as before,

He said,

Well,

Little pigs,

Let's not dwell on the past.

I know of a wonderful apple tree nearby.

Why don't we all go over there and pick apples together?

Delightful,

Let's go,

Tell us where so we will know,

Said the three little pigs.

At Mary Garden,

Said the wolf,

So no tricks now,

And I'll see you at five.

Well,

Once again,

The third little pig got his brothers out of bed an hour earlier,

And they headed off to pick apples,

Hoping to get back before the wolf arrived at their door.

But the wolf was not as easily fooled this time,

And the pigs saw him coming while they were still high in the tree.

Little pigs,

What a surprise to find you here so early,

Said the wolf,

Smiling.

Tell me,

Are the apples good?

Good,

They're great,

Called the third little pig.

I'll toss one down if you'll just wait.

And so he did.

But the apple went over the wolf's head and rolled into the bushes,

And the wolf ran off to find it.

In a twinkling,

The pigs climbed down from the tree,

And they were halfway home before the wolf realized that he had been tricked again.

Later,

The wolf had another outing in mind.

Little pigs,

What a shame we keep missing each other,

Said the wolf.

There is a fair in Shinklin this afternoon.

What do you say we walk over together and spend the day?

They agreed to meet him at one o'clock.

So once again,

The pigs set out much earlier than arranged.

They went to the fair and bought a butter churn.

On the way home,

The pigs had just carried it to the top of the hill when they saw the wolf coming.

Not knowing what else to do,

They climbed inside the churn and rolled down the hill.

The sight and sound of the wooden churn rolling toward him so frightened the wolf that he ran home without ever going to the fair.

Later,

At the pig's house,

The wolf told the three little pigs how he had been frightened on the road by a rolling butter churn.

Ha ha,

Old wolf,

For a fool you have been taken.

That butter churn was full of bacon.

The wolf could hear the little pigs rolling on the floor in laughter.

His patience was at its end.

Steeping onto the roof,

He shouted,

Enough is enough,

Little pigs.

Tonight you shall be my supper.

Immediately,

The third little pig realized that the wolf was planning to come down the chimney.

Placing a pot of boiling water over the fire,

He stood back to wait.

As the first bits of chimney soot fell onto the pot,

The little pig removed the cover.

Suddenly,

The wolf came down the chimney and landed in the bubbling water with a splash.

In an instant,

The little pig replaced the cover and boiled the wolf up.

That evening,

The three little pigs danced and sang and dined on wolf stew,

Which was the custom in those days.

They lived very happily in that little brick house,

And perhaps they are living there still.

The End Okay,

My darling,

It's time to go to sleep.

Remember,

You are so very loved.

Your heart is good,

And I am glad you are here.

Sleep tight.

May your dreams be full of love and delight.

Reviews

My family just adores your stories and helps ease us to sleep

My granddaughters love falling asleep to this story and your soothing voice. Thank you

It was a great book. It was nicely told and very intriguing

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Omg tysm I am loved 😍 great story too. I have anxiety and this really helped. Thanks! ☺️☺️☺️ please reply 🙏

Jessica amos that was a great mediation me and my mom liked it love you see you later 👋🏽

Wonderful!! I listened to this with my 5 year old cousin and she said she loved it! ❤️

Flo Flo and Evie (my little cousin)
xoxo

Jessica amos is my favorite bedtime story reader. Terrific sound scape.

Great story I really love you voice. You could do asmr. Thank you!

This is a family favorite. It is played in our home at least once a week. 🤙

You have a nice calming voice and I love listening to u! 💗💗

Hmm maybe wolf stew would have tasted better if the pigs used the apples from the apple tree to make apple cider….anyways great story didn’t put me to sleep so I might go listen to Snow White now. That always puts me to sleep!

My 9-year old son really likes this one and listens to it a lot!

I love it you are so amazing with voicing characters😊😁💕🇦🇺

So amazing!! I loved it so much, you are so good at story telling😊🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️

This helped me not be scared thank you for making it namaste

Wow! I loved it! I found the voices that you did for the pigs and wolf adorable!! There is a lot of moments in the story that are exciting that you would usually use a loud voice for but you made it sound important while using a gentle voice so it’s not disturbing! Every story you read you read it so smoothly and softly! I never hear mistakes or trip ups In your reading! I love this story and it ALWAYS puts me to sleep!! 👍🏼👍🏼❤️❤️💕😇😴😴💤💤💤

Very nice thank you Jessa

So good 😊 it’sis a fun story!!💓💕🤩🤣