Last night I read the original version of "The Three Little Pigs" in French. Children's books used to be so much more gruesome.
In this version the pigs who built their houses of straw and sticks ended up in the wolf's baking dish with an apple in their mouths.
The last pig tricked the wolf three times and made him so angry he jumped down the pig's chimney into a cauldron of boiling water.
The pig had boiled wolf for dinner!
That gave me paws (a telling tail).
Since the story is in French, it sounds lovely. I read aloud to enjoy the sound. Here is the exchange when the wolf arrives at each of the houses:
--Petit cochon, petit cochon, laisse-moi entrer.
--Non, non, par la barbiche de mon petit menton.
--Alors je soufflerai, et je gronderai, et j'ecraserai ta maison.
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