Once upon a time, there were three little pigs living just outside of the Forest minding their own business. One little piggie lived in a house made of yellow straw, piggie number two lived in a house made of red dogwood sticks, and the last brother pig, which wasn't little at all, he lived in a house made of bright orange brick.
The three pigs were inseparable; brothers since birth, never leaving each other's side, always having each other's backs! But there was something lurking out in the Forest, yes sir, there was something evil running amok. Chasing down all the other creatures from the Forest. Ripping them apart, piece by piece, limb by limb. The Big Bad Wolf had made the Forest his hunting ground, and one day, he came along the three houses of the three little pigs.
But this story does not resolve how you think.
The three pigs were inseparable; brothers since birth, never leaving each other's side, always having each other's backs! But there was something lurking out in the Forest, yes sir, there was something evil running amok. Chasing down all the other creatures from the Forest. Ripping them apart, piece by piece, limb by limb. The Big Bad Wolf had made the Forest his hunting ground, and one day, he came along the three houses of the three little pigs.
But this story does not resolve how you think.
The Big Bad Wolf reached the first yellow house; he knocked on the door, for he had smelled bacon, and he was hungry, salivating profusely, almost tasting it on his tongue.
"Who might this be?" the first piggie asked. He walked and looked through the peephole, only to be taken aback by the sight of huge sharp teeth!
"Let me in, let me in... Won't you like to be seen seen by me?" The Big Bad Wolf said.
"Not at all, not today, not by a long-shot lest you taste some buckshot!" The first piggie answered. Shotgun in hand, he pressed himself against the door, hoping the Big Bad Wolf would leave.
He did; but he simply walked over to the red house now. He knocked on the door, louder than before.
"Who is this now?" the second piggie said, walking to the door, butcher knife in hand. He looked through the peephole and saw big wide teeth!
"Let me in, let me in... Won't you like to be seen seen by me?" The Big Bad Wolf said once more.
"Not while I'm alive, not before I die, lest you taste your insides, as I cook them with rye!" The second piggie answered, sharpening his knife.
The Big Bad Wolf walked away and reached the orange house, knocking on the door with both paws now.
There was silence for a bit, and as the Big Bad Wolf put his ears closer on the door to hear what was going on inside, the door burst open, and a massive blob of orange skin with scars and cuts came rushing out, grabbing the Big Bad Wolf by the throat!
"Who dares bother me and my brothers?" a raspy older voice grunted, and as the Big Bad Wolf struggled to breathe, he looked above, to where the third piggie's head should be, but instead, saw huge tusks protruding violently from where his mouth was located. Tusks with cuts and scrapes--battle scars if you will. Saliva spitting out with every word he mumbled, and he realized he was above ground now. The third little piggie--hehehe--not so little, held him by the throat and raised him to meet eye to eye. But this piggie had an eyepatch on one eye and a glass eye where the other should be. He was a blind piggie; only getting by with smell and trust in his ears. And he could smell the Big Bad Wolf...he could smell the fear in him. And he could hear his heartbeat beating faster than it had ever before!
"I asked a question, beast. I require an answer." The third piggie said, with snot building up in his nose and saliva covering the Big Bad Wolf's face.
"I am nobody, nobody I am. Don't worry about me, I'm a dog searching for lamb." The Big Bad Wolf replied, shaking, hoping the blind pig would believe his trickery.
"A shepherd, searching for lamb, my have you come to the wrong place, but I can tell you where they are!" The third piggie put the Big Bad Wolf down, let out a huge laugh, spit flying everywhere. He pointed towards the mountains, and gave out another laugh--one that could be heard for miles. "You want to go West, where the wicked ones live, pass the tunnels and the mud-traps, you see? Up above the Castle, where the Lion should be."
"Lion? Lion you say, say what a Lion looking for prey?" The Big Bad Wolf asked.
"Prey not at all, just a friend lives close by, smaller than my brothers, for sure smaller than you. You're looking for a Mouse, and he will find you, too."
So the Big Bad Wolf, still catching his breath, parted ways from the three little pig's houses and took to the hills, not knowing what was on the other side, hoping it was no more scares...but thrills!
"Who might this be?" the first piggie asked. He walked and looked through the peephole, only to be taken aback by the sight of huge sharp teeth!
"Let me in, let me in... Won't you like to be seen seen by me?" The Big Bad Wolf said.
"Not at all, not today, not by a long-shot lest you taste some buckshot!" The first piggie answered. Shotgun in hand, he pressed himself against the door, hoping the Big Bad Wolf would leave.
He did; but he simply walked over to the red house now. He knocked on the door, louder than before.
"Who is this now?" the second piggie said, walking to the door, butcher knife in hand. He looked through the peephole and saw big wide teeth!
"Let me in, let me in... Won't you like to be seen seen by me?" The Big Bad Wolf said once more.
"Not while I'm alive, not before I die, lest you taste your insides, as I cook them with rye!" The second piggie answered, sharpening his knife.
The Big Bad Wolf walked away and reached the orange house, knocking on the door with both paws now.
There was silence for a bit, and as the Big Bad Wolf put his ears closer on the door to hear what was going on inside, the door burst open, and a massive blob of orange skin with scars and cuts came rushing out, grabbing the Big Bad Wolf by the throat!
"Who dares bother me and my brothers?" a raspy older voice grunted, and as the Big Bad Wolf struggled to breathe, he looked above, to where the third piggie's head should be, but instead, saw huge tusks protruding violently from where his mouth was located. Tusks with cuts and scrapes--battle scars if you will. Saliva spitting out with every word he mumbled, and he realized he was above ground now. The third little piggie--hehehe--not so little, held him by the throat and raised him to meet eye to eye. But this piggie had an eyepatch on one eye and a glass eye where the other should be. He was a blind piggie; only getting by with smell and trust in his ears. And he could smell the Big Bad Wolf...he could smell the fear in him. And he could hear his heartbeat beating faster than it had ever before!
"I asked a question, beast. I require an answer." The third piggie said, with snot building up in his nose and saliva covering the Big Bad Wolf's face.
"I am nobody, nobody I am. Don't worry about me, I'm a dog searching for lamb." The Big Bad Wolf replied, shaking, hoping the blind pig would believe his trickery.
"A shepherd, searching for lamb, my have you come to the wrong place, but I can tell you where they are!" The third piggie put the Big Bad Wolf down, let out a huge laugh, spit flying everywhere. He pointed towards the mountains, and gave out another laugh--one that could be heard for miles. "You want to go West, where the wicked ones live, pass the tunnels and the mud-traps, you see? Up above the Castle, where the Lion should be."
"Lion? Lion you say, say what a Lion looking for prey?" The Big Bad Wolf asked.
"Prey not at all, just a friend lives close by, smaller than my brothers, for sure smaller than you. You're looking for a Mouse, and he will find you, too."
So the Big Bad Wolf, still catching his breath, parted ways from the three little pig's houses and took to the hills, not knowing what was on the other side, hoping it was no more scares...but thrills!
Above digital art piece by https://www.behance.net/gallery/8058631/FANTASMAGORIK-THREE-LITTLE-PIGS
Above art by https://www.jasonfelix.com/illustration-art
Above art by https://www.deviantart.com/the-sixthleafclover
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