The Three Little Pigs
The three pigs were told by their patrents in no uncertain terms that they were now big enough to make their own way in life. They had nurturedthem, educated them and what was their thanks? Lying around at home all day complaining. Reulctantly they left, each wondering how on earth he was to survive, no one to do his washing or make dinner. They had been spoilt rotten by their parents and were always fighting selfishly with each other. Only the oldest had got any discipline, since he was always blamed for the fights or problems, and had had regular hidings from his father.
The two youngest were far to immature and selfish to swallow their pride and join up with the oldest, and each headed off on his own.
The first little pig, the youngest one, found this old wolf and told him that he would pay him plenty if he would build him a house. The wolf was unemployed, and not very bright with no formal education and a bit short of cash, needed to buy some food, so, even though he hadn’t built a house before, he took on the job. Not having any funds to start with, the wolf found some straw lying around and built a straw house. It wasn’t a bad effort at all. The pig was quite happy with his house, and with himself for being so clever. One day the wolf arrived and knocked on the door to ask for payment, since the pig had omitted to pay the invoice and didn’t answer the wolf’s calls. Of course, the door was straw so the pig could pretend he didn’t hear. Eventually the wolf got so angry with the pig that he huffed and puffed and blew the house away. The pig was a bit surprised that the old wolf had such powerful lungs and was so cross. He didn’t know what it was like to be unemployed, uneducated and no food. The wolf ate him.
The second little pig was also very clever. He rented a very nice stick house from an old goat at a bargain price. However, whenever the goat came to collect the rent, the pig was conveniently unavailable, doing more important things. The ppig also knew that, legally, there’s nothing the goat could do. The court would take years to evict him from his rent-free abode. The old Goat gotr more and more desperate as he ran out of cash and couldn’t pay his own way, while the pig lived it up with free W&L at his expense. One day
The Goat depressed, happened to be on a park bench and was telling his woes to an old wolf there. The old wolf seemed to have a bit of a thing against pigs himself, and after hearing the whole saga, offered to have a go at sorting the problem out.
The wolf and the goat went to the house of sticks. He knocked on the door, and the pig asked, who’s there? Its me said the wolf. I’ve come to collect the rent. Not by the hair oif my chinny chin chin. The wolf said, but you’re a pig, you have no chin, never mind hair. Stupid pig. The pig had an excuse for being cross, having been called stupid, so he sulked. The wolf huffed and he puffed and he blew the house away. The pig he found hiding under a table, a bit surprised at how cross the goat and the wolf were. The wolf ate the pig to prevent the pig going to court and claiming damages.
The third pig realized he wasn’t the brightest animal, so he decided to bite the bullet and build his own house. He also realized that if you’re going to do something, you must do it properly, so he used bricks. He worked hard for weeks. Often the wolf felt sorry for him and came and helped out. Finally the pig moved in to his nice new brick house.
One day the wolf came knocking. The pig opened and asked what he wanted. The wolf said he wanted money. The pig said no, and closed the door. The wolf huffed and puffed but couldn’t blow the house down. The pig watched from the window and laughed. He got some eggs from the fridge and threw them at the wolf. Eat that! Hah hah!
The wolf slunk away, ashamed. He couldn’t face society anymore. So he waited outside the driveway and mugged and hijacked the pig instead. Then he ate him and moved into his house.
The moral: People in brick houses shouldn’t throw eggs.
The two youngest were far to immature and selfish to swallow their pride and join up with the oldest, and each headed off on his own.
The first little pig, the youngest one, found this old wolf and told him that he would pay him plenty if he would build him a house. The wolf was unemployed, and not very bright with no formal education and a bit short of cash, needed to buy some food, so, even though he hadn’t built a house before, he took on the job. Not having any funds to start with, the wolf found some straw lying around and built a straw house. It wasn’t a bad effort at all. The pig was quite happy with his house, and with himself for being so clever. One day the wolf arrived and knocked on the door to ask for payment, since the pig had omitted to pay the invoice and didn’t answer the wolf’s calls. Of course, the door was straw so the pig could pretend he didn’t hear. Eventually the wolf got so angry with the pig that he huffed and puffed and blew the house away. The pig was a bit surprised that the old wolf had such powerful lungs and was so cross. He didn’t know what it was like to be unemployed, uneducated and no food. The wolf ate him.
The second little pig was also very clever. He rented a very nice stick house from an old goat at a bargain price. However, whenever the goat came to collect the rent, the pig was conveniently unavailable, doing more important things. The ppig also knew that, legally, there’s nothing the goat could do. The court would take years to evict him from his rent-free abode. The old Goat gotr more and more desperate as he ran out of cash and couldn’t pay his own way, while the pig lived it up with free W&L at his expense. One day
The Goat depressed, happened to be on a park bench and was telling his woes to an old wolf there. The old wolf seemed to have a bit of a thing against pigs himself, and after hearing the whole saga, offered to have a go at sorting the problem out.
The wolf and the goat went to the house of sticks. He knocked on the door, and the pig asked, who’s there? Its me said the wolf. I’ve come to collect the rent. Not by the hair oif my chinny chin chin. The wolf said, but you’re a pig, you have no chin, never mind hair. Stupid pig. The pig had an excuse for being cross, having been called stupid, so he sulked. The wolf huffed and he puffed and he blew the house away. The pig he found hiding under a table, a bit surprised at how cross the goat and the wolf were. The wolf ate the pig to prevent the pig going to court and claiming damages.
The third pig realized he wasn’t the brightest animal, so he decided to bite the bullet and build his own house. He also realized that if you’re going to do something, you must do it properly, so he used bricks. He worked hard for weeks. Often the wolf felt sorry for him and came and helped out. Finally the pig moved in to his nice new brick house.
One day the wolf came knocking. The pig opened and asked what he wanted. The wolf said he wanted money. The pig said no, and closed the door. The wolf huffed and puffed but couldn’t blow the house down. The pig watched from the window and laughed. He got some eggs from the fridge and threw them at the wolf. Eat that! Hah hah!
The wolf slunk away, ashamed. He couldn’t face society anymore. So he waited outside the driveway and mugged and hijacked the pig instead. Then he ate him and moved into his house.
The moral: People in brick houses shouldn’t throw eggs.
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