Dongeng Bahasa Inggris tentang tiga babi kecil (The Three
Little Pig). Selamat Membaca :
Once upon a time there were three little pigs, who left
their mummy and daddy to see the world.
All summer long, they roamed through the woods and over
the plains, playing games and having fun. None were happier than the three
little pigs, and they easily made friends with everyone. Wherever they went, they
were given a warm welcome, but as summer drew to a close, they realized that
folk were drifting back to their usual jobs, and preparing for winter. Autumn
came and it began to rain. The three little pigs started to feel they needed a
real home. Sadly they knew that the fun was over now and they must set to work
like the others, or they'd be left in the cold and rain, with no roof over
their heads. They talked about what to do, but each decided for himself. The
laziest little pig said he'd build a straw hut.
"It will only take a day,' he said. The others
disagreed.
"It's too fragile," they said disapprovingly,
but he refused to listen. Not quite so lazy, the second little pig went in
search of planks of seasoned wood.
"Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!" It took him two days to
nail them together. But the third little pig did not like the wooden house.
"That's not the way to build a house!" he said.
"It takes time, patience and hard work to build a house that is strong
enough to stand up to wind, rain, and snow, and most of all, protect us from
the wolf!"
The days went by, and the wisest little pig's house took
shape, brick by brick. From time to time, his brothers visited him, saying with
a chuckle.
"Why are you working so hard? Why don't you come and
play?" But the stubborn bricklayer pig just said "no".
"I shall finish my house first. It must be solid and
sturdy. And then I'll come and play!" he said. "I shall not be
foolish like you! For he who laughs last, laughs longest!"
It was the wisest little pig that found the tracks of a
big wolf in the neighborhood.
The little pigs rushed home in alarm. Along came the
wolf, scowling fiercely at the laziest pig's straw hut.
"Come out!" ordered the wolf, his mouth
watering. I want to speak to you!"
"I'd rather stay where I am!" replied the
little pig in a tiny voice.
"I'll make you come out!" growled the wolf
angrily, and puffing out his chest, he took a very deep breath. Then he blew
with all his might, right onto the house. And all the straw the silly pig had
heaped against some thin poles, fell down in the great blast. Excited by his
own cleverness, the wolf did not notice that the little pig had slithered out
from underneath the heap of straw, and was dashing towards his brother's wooden
house. When he realized that the little pig was escaping, the wolf grew wild
with rage.
"Come back!" he roared, trying to catch the pig
as he ran into the wooden house. The other little pig greeted his brother,
shaking like a leaf.
"I hope this house won't fall down! Let's lean against
the door so he can't break in!"
Outside, the wolf could hear the little pigs' words.
Starving as he was, at the idea of a two course meal, he rained blows on the
door.
"Open up! Open up! I only want to speak to
you!"
Inside, the two brothers wept in fear and did their best
to hold the door fast against the blows. Then the furious wolf braced himself a
new effort: he drew in a really enormous breath, and went ... WHOOOOO! The
wooden house collapsed like a pack of cards.
Luckily, the wisest little pig had been watching the
scene from the window of his own brick house, and he rapidly opened the door to
his fleeing brothers. And not a moment too soon, for the wolf was already
hammering furiously on the door. This time, the wolf had grave doubts. This
house had a much more solid air than the others. He blew once, he blew again
and then for a third time. But all was in vain. For the house did not budge an
inch. The three little pigs watched him and their fear began to fade. Quite
exhausted by his efforts, the wolf decided to try one of his tricks. He
scrambled up a nearby ladder, on to the roof to have a look at the chimney.
However, the wisest little pig had seen this ploy, and he quickly said.
"Quick! Light the fire!" With his long legs
thrust down the chimney, the wolf was not sure if he should slide down the
black hole. It wouldn't be easy to get in, but the sound of the little pigs'
voices below only made him feel hungrier.
"I'm dying of hunger! I'm going to try and get
down." And he let himself drop. But landing was rather hot, too hot! The
wolf landed in the fire, stunned by his fall.
The flames licked his hairy coat and his tail became a
flaring torch.
"Never again! Never again will I go down a
chimney" he squealed, as he tried to put out the flames in his tail. Then
he ran away as fast as he could.
The three happy little pigs, dancing round and round the
yard, began to sing. "Tra-la-la! Tra-la-la! The wicked black wolf will
never come back...!"
From that terrible day on, the wisest little pig's
brothers set to work with a will. In less than no time, up went the two new
brick houses. The wolf did return once to roam in the neighborhood, but when he
caught sight of three chimneys, he remembered the terrible pain of a burnt
tail, and he left for good.
Now safe and happy, the wisest little pig called to his
brothers. "No more work! Come on, let's go and play!"
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