There once were three little pigs named Tammy, Timmy and Tommy. They were brothers and lived in the same house with their mom. One day, the time came for the little pigs to leave.
"Before you leave, be wary of the big bad wolf! Don't let him blow your house down!" their mommy told them before they left.
Little Tammy, being the youngest and timidest pig among his brothers pleaded with his mommy to let him stay.
"Oh mommy dear please do let me stay! I'll wash the dishes I'll sweep the floor I'll even polish your shoes!"
Unfortunately for Tammy, his mommy shook her head. Little Tammy walked out of the house sulking. He ran to the nearest shop and bought some straw. "I shall make a house out of straw!" And so he built his house from scratch and he was done way before sunset, spending his remaining time thinking of his mommy.
As for Timmy, he was too prideful and walked out of the house, never once looking back. He ran to the nearby market and found a little shop selling sticks, forgetting what his mommy had said, he bought some sticks and started building his house as quickly as possible. He too, was done way before sunset and spent his remaining time before sunset decorating his house.
Tommy loved his mommy dearly and would only leave her after a nice warm hug. Bearing his mommy's words in mind, he ran for miles and miles only stopping after finding a shop that would sell him the most solid bricks. He bought some and started building his house carefully and making sure it would be strong. Tired Tommy barely finished by sunset and laid in his house.
One night, the big bad wolf came. He loved eating little pigs and saw the little house made by Tammy. He knocked on the door. Once, Twice, Thrice and in his highest pitched voice said "Let me in my dear I've brought along some candy!"
"Go away Mr Wolf! There will not be any pig for dinner! Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!"
And so the wolf, enraged by little Tammy's reluctance to open the door huffed and puffed and he blew little Tammy's house down.
Little Tammy tried to run, and try did he but the wolf pounced on Little Tammy. Ignoring Little Tammy's cries for help, he bit Tammy's left leg and pulled it apart from his body, biting into the juicy and tender meat. Little Tammy squealed in pain as the birds nearby all flew away in fright of the crying. He tried to crawl away but the wolf finished off the last of the juicy tendons on his left leg and pulled apart his right leg. The wolf chewed on the meat, ears deaf to Little Tammy's cries and eyes blind to Little Tammy's pain. Blood was spilled everywhere onto the fallen straw and by daybreak, Little Tammy was no more.
The next day, the big bad wolf came to Timmy's house. It was simply astoundingly beautiful to the big bad wolf and he felt that it would be a pity to blow it down, and so he knocked on the door. Once, Twice, Thrice and in his highest pitched voice said "Let me in my dear! I've brought along some cookies!"
"Go away Mr Wolf! There will not be any pig for dinner! Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!"
And so the wolf, enraged by little Timmy's reluctance to open the door huffed and puffed and he blew Timmy's house down. Timmy cried and cried, for all the hard work he put into his decorations were gone. He did not even notice as the big bad wolf pounced on him and bit into his neck, snapping it with a "crack" sound that sent chills down the spine of anyone nearby. Blood splattered everywhere and the wolf licked his lips in delight. On the fallen stick house, the wolf pulled apart Timmy's head and slowly devoured the remains of him. By daybreak, Timmy too, was no more.
The next day, the big bad wolf came to Tommy's house. It was a dull and boring brick house and as he walked closer, his tummy rumbled. The little pig in the little brick house would soon be his. Once again, he knocked on the door. Once, Twice, Thrice and in his highest pitched voice said "Let me in my dear! I've brought along some muffins!"
"Go away Mr Wolf! There will not be any pig for dinner! Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!"Tommy shouted, with all his might.
The wolf, tired of the reluctance by the pigs, did not wait for Tommy to finish his sentence, seeing that it was a brick house, he charged at the house and the house toppled over, crushing little Tommy in the house. The wolf rummaged through the fallen bricks and found the crushed body of little Tommy. Tommy was long gone, the whites of his eyes staring back at the wolf. The wolf pulled apart Tommy's arm which came loose with a popping sound. Shoving the arm in his mouth, the wolf bit into it hurriedly, hungry for more. Chewing on it in quick bites, the wolf suddenly started coughing, he willed the meat in his throat to go to his stomach as his desire for more meat turned into a desire for air. His face paled blue and with a final cough, fell onto the ground. The last thing he saw was the light blue sky dotted with vanilla white clouds, moving peacefully to the north and a gust of wind blowing gently onto his face.
The End.
Or is it?
The news of her children's death came as a shock to her. She stared blankly at the family portrait of her and her 3 piglets. Her face expressionless and devoid of any emotion. Her hands reached into the nearest cabinet and she pulled out a long rope. She tied the rope into a noose shape and climbed up a ladder to attach it to the ceiling of the house. Putting her fat pudgy cheeks into the noose, she kicked away the ladder beneath her with a smile on her face, choking out her last words.
"Fuck y'all I'm out"
The end
(for real this time)
