The Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time, in a land far far away (probably another dimension, because this story is anthropomorphic) there lived three little pigs with their mother who was also a pig. Their mother had single-handedly raised them to be self-confident and independent. (Irrelevant line inserted for inspiration)
Then came a time for them to leave home and seek their fortunes. Before they left, their mother told them "Whatever you do , do it the best that you can because that's the way to get along in the world."
The first pig, lets call him Bob, built his house out of straw because it was the easiest thing to do.
The second pig, who was called Bobe, built his house out of sticks. This was a little bit stronger than a straw house.
The third pig, named Bobie, built his house out of bricks.
Bob threw a housewarming party and called his brothers and a couple of other domesticated animals. One night The Big Bad Wolf, who dearly loved to eat fat piggies, came along and saw Bob and his homies in his house of straw. He said "Let me in, Let me in, little pig or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!"
"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin", said Bob.
The Big Bad Wolf tried inhaled a shit load of air and blew. But nothing happened to the house and The Big Bad Wolf fell dead.
His family later told the police who were finding the cause of his death that he had asthma.
(First blog with photo! Yay!)
posted by spiderpig @ 1:24 AM
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