In this second part of the task, we will give them a text with the story of the 3 little pigs written, we will read it together in class and we will explain them some words that they may not understand.
The text:
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
neighbourhood.
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.
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