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Once upon a time there were three little pigs; Allen, James, and Phil. The three little pigs were brothers and wanted houses next to one another. They each built their own house one of brick, one of wood, and one of straw.
"Phil," Allen calls the youngest pig. "Why is your house made of straw? It should be strong brick like mine."
"No," James butts in. "It should be made of sturdy wood like mine."
Phil ponders a moment before giving his answer. "My house isn't straw. It's unfinished cob. It's warm and dry and cozy inside. It's not done yet but I'm working hard and soon I'll finish and have the best house of all."
While the brothers bickered back and forth of who's house was better and bestest, of course, something was lurking just our of sight a visitor that appeared and gave them a fright.
"Why hello little pigs!" A large wolf called out. He startled the pigs, all of them squealed out.
"What do you want Mr. Big Wolf?" Allen asked rudly, ready for a fight.
"Oh, I don't mean no harm. Just here for a bite. I mean. I'm here to drop off this fresh apple pie. Welcome to the neighborhood would you let me inside?" The wolf smiled widely as he presented his gift.
But the three little pigs were wary at best. They huddled together to see what should be done, let this wolf in or tell him be gone.
Allen spoke first, for he was the oldest, so his words held more weight to the others before him. "I don't trust this guy he seems like bad luck."
"Didn't you hear his slip of the tongue." James was just as worried if not more so. "What do you think Phil?"
"Agreed he has to go."
With that decided they head back to the wolf. "I'm sorry sir but there is just too much to do." Allen stood firm. "We appreciate the pie but you must go. We are far to busy today for a social chat, it was nice to meet you but we must head back."
The wolf let's out a laugh, hysterical in nature. "I didn't want to do this but what choice is there?" He rushes the pigs with hunger in his eyes as they squee and flee back into their homes.
The wolf looks at each house; slowly deciding. Which one will be easiest, one pig is enough. No need to be greedy, but we're in no rush. He starts at the house looking like straw and taps on the door as he calls. "Little pig, little pig. Let me in."
"It's unlocked." He hears from within.
'It can't be that easy, he can't be that dumb.' The wolf thinks as he reaches for the knob. Nonetheless the door swings open.
"Eat shit fur brain!" He hears the little pig yell. "Try to eat me? I'll send you to hell!"
A roaring flame starts to singe his fur and before he knows it his fur is no more.
"Stop, drop, and roll won't help you this time. Next time be a cat so you can have 8 more tries." The little pigs taunts are drowned out by the flames. "This is to protect Allen and James."
The wolf has no movement and his soul has left. The piggies go and clean up their mess. They finish their houses. That should be the end; but now Phil has a taste for blood. Stay careful my friends.