The Three Little Pigs and the Big Bad Artiewolf

Chapter 2: Unexpected Guest

A few more days passed by, the three little pigs enjoyed their moment of peace. That was, until one day...a man with a pair of brown wolf-ears, dressed in his neat, dark blue suit with a brown strap, turned up beside Jones' cookie home. He was Arthur Wright, also known as the big bad Artiewolf.

Upon staring at the unique house constructed with food, Artiewolf gasped, " What...in the world would...would someone build a house out of biscuits? Totally ridiculous!!"

Curious at the same time, he gently picked a small piece of a cookie from the wall. Putting it into his mouth, he could feel a sugary sensation instantly, making him to crave for more.

"Well, it tastes good too!" he grinned, "I bet the owner don't mind me having more then." thought Arthur.

That's when Jones heard a knock on the door when he was cuddling his cookies cushion.

"Little pig, little pig....may I come in to have some more cookies?" knocked Artiewolf, which made Jones' eyes wide open in shock.

"Oh gosh! It's the wolf!" Jones gasped, while he brainstormed any possible methods to drive away the unwelcomed visitor.

"Uhhh...the pig you are looking for has gone for a long time...maybe you can come back here 2 weeks later..." he stammered.

Of course, it was not effective.

"Are you...kidding me? Would you please stop that nonsense, piggy Jones! I just only want some cookies!" disapproved Arthur.

"Well...I don't think I can give it to you, because you are the big bad wolf!" rejected Jones.

"Alright...it's alright if you are not going to share some with me..." pouted the wolf. Turning away from the cookie cabin, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

"Well...I have other ways to get them...." he chuckled to himself, mischievously.

"Jeez..." mumbled Jones to himself, "That big bad wolf is surely a bit nuts even with his handsome looks." He laid on the bed, thinking that the coast was already clear.

But then, Arthur won't give up that easily. Gazing at the bright, silvery moon upon the cloudless sky and the cookie home, he made a long, clear howl, leading the leaves flying in the air, causing the ground shook, as well as sending chills and goosebumps to the owner of the villa made of sweets.

"EEK! Make it stop!!!" wailed Jones.

However, that didn't stop the wolf's calling. What's even worse, as Arthur howled even louder and high-pitched, the cookie house was also rumbling and crumbling thanks to the strong winds produced along with the howl.

"What's...happening...?" shouted Jones when he could feel the house trembling along with Artiewolf's cry.

The more powerful the howl, the more forceful the home was shaking. At last, it crumbled and collapsed, beyond Jones' control.

"WWAAAAAUUUGGGGHHHH!!" yelped Jones. His unique, special villa was reduced into cookie debris again. Struggling, he also tried grab his balance in order to prevent himself sliding away due to Arthur's howl and the gust of wind.

When all the noises stopped, Jones, bewildered, bolted away from the scene, along with the remains of his house.

"Hey! Come back here! Where are the cookies?" called Arthur, as he chased behind him. Squealing in terror, Jones sped up his pace until he reached his big brother's sticks house.

He rapidly banged the door in fear.

"Justy!! Help!! T-there is....a...mad wolf...on the loose!! You got to help me before he caught me!!" wailed Jones, as he constantly looking back to see whether danger was approaching.