Growing up, my mother must have read me the Cliff Notes version of The Three Little Pigs or either I just purged what I felt was irrelevant information, or maybe I always fell asleep before the end of the story.
I surely don't remember anything about a wolf, a pig and a pot of boiling water.
For some reason I thought the story ended when the wolf was just too lazy and frustrated to pursue the immovable bricks.
