Barbara Little, age 4, from Chicago, IL, 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?" Barbara Asked.
"Today is moving day," answered Big Pig. "We're each going to build our own house."
"What fun! Can I help?" Barbara asked excitedly.
"Sure," answered Mid Pig.
"Let's go!" shouted Wee Pig.

So Barbara 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," Barbara said doubtfully.
"But my house will be built in no time," Wee Pig answered. And he began to build his straw house.

Barbara continued driving with the other two 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," Barbara 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.

Barbara and Big Pig kept driving. After a while, they met a man selling bricks. "Now bricks would make a very strong house," Barbara told Big Pig.
"A brick house will take a long time to build," Big Pig sighed.
"Yes, but if we work together we'll have it done in half the time," Barbara said.

As Barbara helped Big Pig build his brick house, she worried about Wee Pig and Mid Pig. Sandy, Marc and James 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.
Barbara didn't want anything to happen to Wee Pig or Mid Pig and since Big Pig's house was just about finished , Barbara went off to see if the other two 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 Barbara entered the little pig's house she hear a tap-tap-tapping at the door.
"Little pig, little pig," the wolf cried. "Let me in."
Wee Pig was scared. "N-n-no," Wee Pig stammered.
"Well then, I'll blow my way in," the wolf shouted. The wolf huffed and he puffed. The straw house started blowing down all around Barbara and Wee Pig.
"Let's make a run for it!" Barbara cried; so she and the pig ran to Mid Pig's house.

Mid Pig saw Barbara 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.
"Well 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," Barbara cried!

So Barbara, 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 Barbara.

The wolf started huffing and puffing and puffing and huffing. But he couldn't blow the brick house down. "If I can't blow this house down, I'll climb down the chimney!" the wolf yelled.
"Oh no," the pigs cried. "Barbara, what will we do?"
Barbara was getting afraid because she could hear the wolf's claws scratching on the roof as he inched towards the chimney. If only Barbara had Sandy, Marc and James here with her, together they'd know what to do.

Suddenly, Barbara 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. "Thank you Barbara, you saved us."
"No problem," Barbara smiled. "Now I have to go back to my own strong house in Chicago, IL. I want to tell Sandy, Marc and James all about you, your houses, and the big, bad wolf."