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THE 3 LITTLE PIGS

(POINT OF VIEW OF THE BIG BAD WOLF)

Hello, I am the Big Bad Wolf. I may sound a little scary, but I really am a pleasant wolf. I am going to be honest; I have a really bad temper. Sadly, people are always spreading rumours about me, the biggest example of the rumours being The Tall Tale of The Three Little Piggies.

Once upon a time, when I was a little wolf cub living with my parents and my sister, a family of pigs (consisting of the parents and the little male piglets) moved in our neighbourhood. Everyone welcomed them whole-heartedly into our community. When I tried to play with the piglets, they would start squealing and always ran away. As a result, I always got punished. Thus, my temper also grew. Time passed. We all grew up. The piglets, who were now pigs, left their home to seek fortune. Coincidentally, I was also leaving my home as the

same purpose as theirs. And we ended up living in the same locality……. again! They lived in three different houses all by themselves. The first pig, second and third pig lived in houses made of straw, sticks and bricks respectively. When I came to know about us living in the same locality, I visited them as soon as I could. They did not even open the door! I became very angry about it and vowed to never talk to the mean pigs again (a result of my temper). Time flew away like a bird. My parents’ marriage anniversary was coming. I decided to surprise them with a visit and a cake made by me. I bought a cookbook and found a really nice recipe for the cake. Unfortunately, I did not have sufficient items (flour, sugar and milk) for the procedure and I also did not have enough money to buy the things. So, I decided to borrow them from my neighbours. But everyone turned me away. My last choice were those pigs. So, I went to the first pig’s house. I knocked and said, “Hello!” No answer. I knew the pig was in there so I became furious at his rudeness. I shouted, “Let me in, let me in, little pig or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” The response was “Not by the

hair of my chinny chin-chin!” I thought, “Chinny chin-chin?? What the hell is chinny chin-chin?” I huffed and puffed at the straw house and got the flour. I set off to the second pig’s house. I knocked and said, “Hello!” No answer again….! I knew the pig was in there so I became outraged at his bad manners. I shouted, “Let me in, let me in, little pig or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” The response was “Not by the hair of my chinny chin-chin!” I once again thought, “Chinny chin-chin?? What the hell is chinny chin-chin? And what’s it with the chinny chin-chin?” I huffed and puffed at the stick house and got the sugar. I went to the third pig’s house. I knocked and said, “Hello!” No answer yet again. I knew the pig was in there so I became ferocious at his impoliteness. I shouted “Let me in, let me in, little pig or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” The response was “Not by the hair of my chinny chin-chin!” I again thought, “Chinny chin-chin?? What the hell is chinny chin-chin? And what’s it with the chinny chin-chin?” But no matter how much I huffed and puffed; the brick house would not get blown. I tried a lot but I was not

successful. I headed back to my house with only two of the items. But the good news was, I had enough money to buy the milk!

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