The Three
Little PigsOnce upon a time there were three little pigs. One of them built a house out of straw. Another built a house out of sticks. The third little pig built a house out of bricks. As they were finishing building the brick house and the third little pig was lifting the last brick, he said breathlessly, " I'm glad we're done working. "
"You're still working, though ", said his brother, "You are lifting the brick and that is work. Once you are carrying the brick to the pile, then you are not working."
The first little pig looked enviously at his brother. He was so smart! He put his brick on the pile and went back to his straw house. On the way, he tripped on the hill and slid down in the loose dirt, his momentum reaching 10.08 kilogram-meters/second. The forty-four pound pig hit a rock at the bottom with great force, moving it 462 centimeters.
Later that day, the little pig was sitting in his chair in the kitchen of his little straw house.
"Little pig, little pig. Let me come in", the little pig heard the wolf growl outside his front door.
"Not by the bruise on my chiny-chin-chin", said the little pig tenderly feeling the bruise the rock had made on his chin.
"Then I will huff and puff and blow your house down", said the very hungry wolf.
So the wolf gathered his breath and with one try he blew down the straw house. The little pig ran all the way to his brother's house right ahead of the wolf, and they quickly locked the door of the stick house.
"Little pigs, little pigs. Let me come in.", said the extremely hungry wolf.
"Not by the hair on our chiny-chin-chins", shouted the two little pigs at the same time. The wolf was doubtful that he could blow down a house make of sticks, so he made a different plan.
"Then I will run and knock your house down", bellowed the wolf
There was a small hill beside the house. The wolf put on his rollerblades and slowly make his way to the top of the hill. Then he chose his path and started to roll down the hill while holding a large branch in front of him. As the eighty-eight pound wolf reached a momentum of 20.16 kilogram-meters/second, he crashed into the house. The force of the impact knocked the stick house to the ground.
While the wolf was picking himself out of the wreckage of the stick house, the two little ran to their brother's brick house.
The wolf was very hungry now and was determined to get something to eat. He stared for a long time at the brick house, knowing that even he couldn't knock down a house made of bricks.
He made his way up the side of the house until he was on the wooden roof. He looked at the big brick chimney. It was easily large enough for him to fit inside of it. He slid down the chimney and landed with a big splash in the 94.5 degree (C) boiling water that was in the steel pot with a specific heat of 499 joules/kilogram-degrees (C). The pigs put the lid on the pot and the wolf quickly died in the boiling water. After this, the pigs never had a wolf come after them. All the wolves had learned not to go after these three little pigs.