While the three little tamales cool off on a windowsill, a tortilla rolls by. "You'll be eaten. You'd better run!" he tells them. And so the tamales jump out the window. The first runs to the prairie and builds a house of sagebrush. The second runs to a cornfield and builds a house of cornstalks. The third runs to the desrt and builds a house of cactus. Then who should come along but Se+¦or Lobo, the Big Bad Wolf, who plans to blow their houses down!
The Three Little Tamales