The Three Little PigsOnce upon a time, there were three little pigs who lived on the edge of a forest with their mom. Now one day, when all of the little pigs were eating their breakfast, a little girl with a red hood came pounding on their door.
"Help me, help me," she cried, "My grandmother has been eaten by a wolf."
"I think you have the wrong cottage," replied Hampton, the youngest pig.
"Yeah, the woodcutter lives just over that hill, about 750 meters" added Hamlet, the second pig, "If you run at a rate of 2.5m/s, you could probably get there in about 5 minutes." The girl just nodded and ran in the direction of the hill. The pigs went back to their breakfast in peace. However, five minutes later, a little blonde headed girl came banging on their door.
"Help me, please, there are three bears after me," she begged.
"Well, if three bears are after you, I'd get out of here. After all, we're just pigs, the bears could eat us right up," suggested Hamilton, the third pig, "and you had better run pretty fast." The little girl took off in no particular direction. For the second time, the pigs tried to sit down to a warm breakfast, but their food was cold.
"I know, let us bake some of those cookies mom got at the store," Hampton suggested. They all decided that was a very good idea, so they found the cookies and tried to figure out how they were going to bake them. You see, their oven only measured temperatures in Celsius, but the package gave temperatures in Fahrenheit.
"Okay, Hampton, this is your area of expertise, so you can figure out what 360 degrees Fahrenheit is in degrees Celsius," laughed Hamlet, as he tossed Hampton the baking instructions.
Finally, after much mumbling under his breath, Hampton tossed the instructions back to Hamlet.
"Set the oven to 182 degrees Celsius," Hampton answered. So they set the oven and put in the cookies. 20 minutes later they were enjoying hot, fresh, tasty cookies. Just as they finished, someone pounded on the door Hampton opened it and there was a prince standing there.
"Do you know who this glass slipper belongs to? I've been searching all day, and its getting really tiring," He asked hopelessly.
"No, we don't, and really, we couldn't care less," replied Hampton angrily. He then slammed the door in the prince's face and stormed off.
"That's it, I'm leaving. I'm gonna find somewhere to live where people aren't bothering you every ten minutes," he muttered as he slammed the door to his room.
"I agree," said Hamlet as he went into his room.
"Me too," Hamilton agreed as he too went to gather his things. A few hours later they were all packed and ready to go. The three of them set off down the road away from the cottage and thewoods. Before long, they came across a man hauling some straw down the road.
"I think I shall build my house of straw," remarked Hamilton as he bartered with the man. Hamlet and Hampton said good-bye to their brother and set off once again down the road. They hadn't traveled far when they saw a man and his donkey hauling a cart of sticks down the road.
"Sticks are fine for me to build a house with," Hamlet explained to Hampton as he handed the cart driver some money. Hampton wished his brother good luck and set off down the road again, all by himself. Finally, he came upon an abandoned cart of bricks by the side of the road.
"I will build my house of bricks," he said to himself as he stared to work. Soon, all of the houses were finished. One morning, Hamilton was drinking his morning coffee when some came banging on his door.
"I'm the big bad wolf and if you don't let me in, I shall have to do something very bad to you," growled a threatening voice on the other side of the door. Before he even thought about it,
Hamilton shot off to his brother's house. The big bad wolf blew the little straw house down, thinking that the pig was still in it. When he saw that the pig had escaped, he got very angry and hightailed it to Hamlet's house. Of course, once Hamilton had told his brother of the wolf, they both hightailed it to Hampton's house. The wolf was furious when he found out that he had been threatening dead air at Hamlet's house. He huffed down the path to Hampton's house, where he knew they would all be hiding.
"I'm the big bad wolf and if you don't open this door I will blow this house down," he growled menacingly.
"I'd like to see you try," sneered Hampton. So the wolf blew and blew and blew until he was blue in the face, but the little cottage hadn't so much as moved an inch. He crept off behind the house and climbed a ladder that Hampton had left out. Thinking himself rather clever for figuring out this new way into the pig's house, he chuckled dryly. Slowly but surely he made his way across the roof. However, little did he know that Hamlet had been watching him from the window in the attic the whole time he had been on the ladder and had told his brother's to boil a pot of water. When the wolf came flying down the chimney he landed right in the pot of water. In typical cartoon fashion, he yowled and went shooting right back up the chimney, still stuck in the pot of water. The pigs watched as he flew through the air, pot right behind him, and landed with a thump right in the middle of the forest. Hamlet observed that he thought the pot had fallen faster than the wolf, since it was heavier, but Hampton corrected him.
"According to Galileo, two objects of totally different weights, no matter how different they may be, fall at the same rate of speed. Therefore, the wolf couldn't have fallen faster or slower than the pot." Hamlet just nodded dumbly and went to get some food out of the refrigerator. The three brothers lived together in the same house for many years thereafter, with only the occasional disturbance or neighborhood wolf. Hampton taught both of his brothers all he could about science, although both proved pretty hopeless.