The Three Little Pigs and the Salad

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Once upon a time, in a small town on the coast of Prince Edward Island was a hill at the edge of the ocean. The name of this town was St. Springs and life here was easy, simple, and fun, children having the time of their lives playing with their friends and adults talking about how good it was to be alive. The town was absolutely wonderful, it was simple, elegant, and lovely with all of its fancy victorian houses and shops. There were parks that could open even an old, grumpy man's imagination and fields that went on as far as the eye could see.

There were three little pigs, two brothers and one sister. Having just finished High School they were now all out on their own, but they still ran back to Mom if one was in need of a little help. They were the best of friends always having supper together at one of the siblings houses. But their houses were not the traditional style you would find anywhere else in St. Springs.

Rupert the youngest of the three, his house looked exactly like a block of cheese. There were circular windows everywhere you looked, little cheese decorations in every corner of the garden, the house itself was the colour of a block of muenster cheese, and he even had an orange cat named Puss'n Cheese. Barbe, the middle child, her house looked like a fruit salad that would sit at the table of a giant. Her garden had every fruit from bananas to kumquats, the house was green with blue dots all over to look like blueberries, a large fountain that had plastic fruits glued to it was sitting in the center of the garden, and the chimney that looked like a giant cherry had the smoke coming out of the stem. And lastly Curt, the eldest of the three, his house looked like a giant vegetable garden. Almost the entire property was garden, there was a section for every single vegetable that you could think of, there was a small building that was home to a kitchen that any chef could ever want, and a small hut with a bed with a vegetable bedding, a small bathroom, and a simple but beautiful wooden dining table.

On the edge of the town there was a tall, lean, hairy, long eared, wolf that had the most charming British accent you could ever imagine, his name was Todd. He unlike the three little pigs had an amazing little victorian house that sat on a small cliff at the edge of the sea. And this wolf was no normal wolf, he had a... very different appetite then you would normally find. Todd was a very polite young gentlemen, with an shocking smille, and he had a wit anyone would be proud of.

And now at half an hour to noon Todd angry with himself marched out of his beautiful house and up the road muttering, "Oh how could I have forgotten, I was at the grocery store just yesterday! I even double, triple check my list!" And with that the wolf stormed up the road to the to the nearest house.

The nearest house ended up to be a block of cheese, Todd had never met the person that lived in this house, for he had just moved in. But Todd also had the slightest suspicion that the owner of this house wouldn't really enjoy his company. But nevertheless he knocked on the door, straitened his posture, and put on the friendliest smile he could muster. And just as Rupert opened the door he said.

"Hello, I'm sorry we have never met before, bu-" but Todd never got the chance to finish his sentence for the pig had jumped as soon as he saw Todd and ran past the wolf with surprising seed, up the hill and out of sight. And already angry with himself for forgetting that one very important ingredient, Todd added this to his anger as he marched on up the road the the next house.

This house looked like a giant fruit salad there was no other way to describe it. And once again Todd had never met the owner of this house before either. They had just moved in and Todd had the slightest suspicion that the owner of this house wouldn't really enjoy his company. But nevertheless he knocked on the door, straitened his posture, and put on the friendliest smile he could muster. And just as Barbe opened the door he said.

"Hello, I'm sorry we have never met before, bu-" but once again, Todd never got the chance to finish his sentence for the pig had jumped as soon as she saw Todd and ran past the wolf with surprising seed, up the hill and out of sight. Todd, still angry with the fact that he forgot that very special ingredient, and with the first pig that wouldn't even let him finish his sentence, and now this pig that did the exact same thing, Todd's temper was reaching a boiling point.