LES TROIS PETITS COCHONS (THE 3 LITTLE PIGS) by Erik Zoha

Once upon a time, in a faraway land called France, there were 3 little pigs, who lived in a small village on the edge of rolling hills and rich farmland. They lived a happy life, and got on well with all their neighbours – including the dogs, cats, cows, bulls, sheep and swans.

One pig worked as a carpenter and his house was made of wood.

The second pig was a farmer and his house was made of straw.

The third pig was a builder and his house was made of bricks.

One day, along came a big, bad wolf, jet black in colour, called Napoleon. He wanted to buy the village and farmland, and turn it into a cotton-spinning mill, enslaving the farm animals, and exploiting their labour for only a handful of pennies in pay.

“Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin,” the pigs shouted.

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll build an empire, bring down the British army and navy, and declare war on Russia and the Germans,” said Napoleon.

“Fair enough,” said the pigs. “We’ve been reading Karl Marx and have decided to set up our own Communist collective village and then live happily ever after.”