watch this video based on a ROALD DAHL story and complete the text


The animal I really dig,
Above all others is the pig.
Pigs are noble. Pigs are ,
Pigs are courteous. However,
Now and then, to break this rule,
One meets a pig who is a fool.
What, for example, would you say,
If strolling through the woods one day,
Right there in front of you you saw
A pig who'd built his house of ?
The Wolf who saw it licked his lips,
And said, "That pig has had his ."
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!"
"No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!"
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!"

The little pig began to ,
But Wolfie blew his house away.
He shouted, ", and !
Oh, what a lucky Wolf I am!"
And though he ate the pig quite fast,
He carefully kept the tail till last.
Wolf wandered on, a trifle bloated.
Surprise, surprise, for soon he noted
Another little house for pigs,
And this one had been built of !

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!"
"No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!"
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!"

The Wolf said, "Okay, here we go!"
He then began to and .
The little pig began to squeal.
He cried, "Oh Wolf, you've had one !
Why can't we talk and make a deal?
The Wolf replied, "Not on your nelly!"
And soon the pig was in his .

"Two juicy little pigs!" Wolf cried,
"But still I'm not quite satisfied!
I know how full my tummy's bulging,
But oh, how I adore indulging."
So creeping quietly as a ,
The Wolf approached another ,
A house which also had inside
A little piggy trying to hide.
"You'll not get me!" the Piggy cried.
"I'll blow you down!" the Wolf replied.
"You'll need," Pig said, "a lot of puff,
And I don't think you've got enough."
Wolf huffed and puffed and and .
The house stayed up as good as new.
"If I can't blow it down," Wolf said,
I'll have to blow it up instead.
I'll come back in the dead of .
And blow it up with !"
Pig cried, "You brute! I might have known!"
Then, picking up the ,
He dialed as quickly as he could
The number of red Riding Hood.

"Hello," she said. "Who's speaking? Who?
Oh, hello, Piggy, how d'you do?"
Pig cried, "I need your help, Miss Hood!
Oh help me, please! D'you think you could?"
"I'll try of course," Miss Hood replied.
"What's on your ...?" "A Wolf!" Pig cried.
"I know you've dealt with wolves before,
And now I've got one at my !"

"My darling Pig," she said, "my ,
That's something really up my street.
I've just begun to wash my .
But when it's , I'll be right there."

A short while later, through the ,
Came striding brave Miss Riding Hood.
The Wolf stood there, his eyes ablaze,
And yellowish, like .
His teeth were sharp, his gums were raw,
And spit was dripping from his jaw.
Once more the maiden's eyelid flickers.
She draws the pistol from her knickers.
Once more she hits the vital spot,
And him with a single shot.
Pig, peeping through the , stood
And yelled, "Well done, Miss Riding Hood!"

Ah, Piglet, you must never
Young ladies from the upper crust.
For now, Miss Riding Hood, one notes,
Not only has two wolfskin ,
But when she goes from place to place,
She has a PIGSKIN TRAVELING CASE.