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     Tiffany Ann Rose, age 4, from Marietta, Georgia, was visiting her friends, the three
little pigs.  She couldn't believe all the commotion at their house.  Boxes and suitcases
were everywhere!
 "What's going on?" Tiffany asked.
 "Today is moving day," answered Big Pig.  "We're each going to build our own house."
 "What fun!  Can I help?" Tiffany asked excitedly.
 "Sure," answered Mid Pig.
 "Let's go!" shouted Wee Pig.

 So Tiffany and the three little pigs ventured out in the woods to find the best place to
build houses.  As they drove along they met a man selling straw.
 "I could make a fine house out of straw," Wee Pig said.
 "Straw is not very strong," Tiffany said doubtfully.
 "But my house will be built in no time," Wee Pig answered.  And he began to build his
straw house.
 
 Tiffany continued driving with the two other little pigs.  Soon they met a man selling
sticks.
 "Sticks will make a fine house for me," Mid Pig said.
 "Well, sticks are stronger than straw," Tiffany said.  "But sticks will not make a very
strong house."
 "But my house will be built in a jiffy," the pig replied.  And he began to build his stick
house.
 
 Tiffany and Big Pig kept driving.  After awhile, they met a man selling bricks.
 "Bricks would make a very strong house," Tiffany told Big Pig.
 "A brick house will take a long time to build," sighed Big Pig.
 "Yes, but if we work together we'll have it done in half the time," Tiffany said.

 As Tiffany helped Big Pig build his brick house, she worried about Wee Pig and Mid Pig.
 Mom, Dad, and Ansley had often warned her about the wolf that lived in the woods.  
She knew a straw house and a stick house would not keep out a big, bad wolf.
 Tiffany didn't want anything to happen to Wee Pig or Mid Pig and since Big Pig's house
was just about finished, Tiffany went off to see if the two other pigs needed her help.
 
 First she went to see Wee Pig, who had built his house out of straw.  She arrived just in
time, because when Tiffany entered the little pig's house she heard a tap-tap-tapping at
the door.  It was the wolf!
 "Little pig, little pig," the wolf cried.  "Let me in."
 Wee Pig was scared.  "N-n-no," he stammered.
 "Then I'll blow my way in," the wolf shouted.  The wolf huffed and he puffed.  The straw
house started blowing down all around Tiffany and Wee Pig.
 "Let's make a run for it!" Tiffany cried; so she and the pig ran to Mid Pig's house.

 Mid Pig saw Tiffany and Wee Pig running towards his house with the wolf hot on their
trail.  "Quick, get inside," he called, and he shut his stick door behind them.
 The wolf tap-tap-tapped at the stick door.  "Little pigs, little pigs," he cried.  "Let me come
in."
 "N-n-no," said Wee Pig.
 "Absolutely not," said Mid Pig.
 "Then I'll blow my way in," the wolf shouted.  The wolf huffed and he puffed, and he
puffed and he huffed.  Soon the stick house started falling all to pieces.  
 "Let's run to Big Pig's house!" Tiffany cried.  

 So Tiffany, Wee Pig, and Mid Pig ran as fast as they could to Big Pig's brick house.  As
soon as they were inside, Big Pig bolted his strong door.  Soon enough, they all heard the
wolf tap-tap-tapping.
 "Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in," the wolf called.
 "N-n-no," squealed Wee Pig.
 "Absolutely not," said Mid Pig.
 "Not ever!" shouted Big Pig.
 "Get lost!" yelled Tiffany.
 
 The wolf started huffing and puffing, and puffing and huffing.  But he couldn't blow the
brick house down.  This made him terribly angry.  " If I can't blow this house down, I'll climb
down the chimney!" the wolf yelled.
 "Oh no," the pigs cried.  "Tiffany, what will we do?"
 Tiffany was getting afraid because she could hear the wolf's claws scratching on the
roof as he inched towards the chimney.  If only Tiffany had Mom, Dad, and Ansley here
with her, together they'd know what to do.

 Suddenly, Tiffany had an idea.  "Start a fire in the fireplace!" she called to Big Pig.
 The wolf slid down the chimney and landed right on top of the fire.  "Yeowch!" he
hollered.  He shot straight back up the chimney and ran far, far away.
 "Hooray!" the three little pigs yelled.  "Thanks you Tiffany, you saved us."
 "No problem," Tiffany smiled.  " Now I have to go back to my own strong house in
Marietta, Georgia.  I want to tell Mom, Dad, and Ansley all about you, your houses, and
the big, bad wolf."

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