The Three Little Pigs as Told by the Big Bad Wolf
It all began on a Friday evening when I was on my way home from work. I was simply walking along when I happened upon three little pigs. Being a hungry beast by nature, I approached the three pigs to catch a closer look, meanwhile hiding in a bush. The three pigs were neighbors, one living in a house of straw, the other living in a house of sticks and the last living in a house of bricks. As I observed the pigs I grew very hungry and began to concoct a plan as to how I would devour the three unsuspecting pigs.
Dressed as a mailman, I knocked on the door of the first little pig’s house, the house made of straw. The little pig came to the door and called, “Who is it?” “It’s the mailman, sir. I have come to deliver your mail,” and as the little pig opened the door I swallowed him whole. Though one little pig was quite a meal I was still hungry and decided to visit the next little pig’s house.
So, dressed as a girl scout, I approached the door of the house made out of sticks and knocked on the door. The clueless little pig came to the door and inquired, “Who is it?” “I am a girl scout just wishing to sell some cookies. Would you like to buy some, dear sir?” As soon as the pig opened his door I gobbled him up. I was getting quite full after eating my second pig, yet I decided I could hardly let a third pig go to waste so I paid a visit to the house made of bricks.
This time, I dressed as a repair man and knocked on the door. And yet again the pig came to the door and called, “Who is it?” “I am a repair man sir, and I have come to fix your roof.” The little pig replied “but I did not call a repair man.” “I know sir, but I happened to be passing by when I noticed you have a small hole in your roof. May I borrow a latter so I can get a better look at the hole?” The pig replied “I suppose. The ladder is on the side of the house. I will let you fetch it yourself.” And with this I went to find the latter. As I climbed the ladder stairs my mouth watered with the thought of my third meal waiting so unexpectedly below. “This day was too good to be true,” I thought to myself as I crept down the chimney.
But to the wolf’s surprise the little pig was not so unsuspecting. The little pig had a pot of boiling water waiting for the wolf at the bottom of the chimney. As the wolf descended into the house, a loud yelp of discomfort could be heard and then there was silence. That evening the little pig had a delightful soup for supper and the wolf was never to be seen again.
