Oh dear, Kenny! That's not how I heard the story (in the late forties)

The first little pig ran out of his straw house and sheltered with his brother in the house of sticks. Then the two of them ran away and sheltered with their brother in the house of bricks.
The wolf tried to get down the chimney of the brick house, but merely burnt his bottom and ran off, never to be seen again.

I'd have cried if the first two pigs had been eaten, and the poor wolf boiled to death!

(I even cried about the ant and the grasshopper. The ant had worked hard and got stores in for the winter while the grasshopper merely sang. In the bitter weather he knocked on the ant's door in desperation, but was told "You sang all summer, now you can dance!"
I thought that was horrible of the sanctimonious ant!)