The Real Story of THE THREE LITTLE PIGS

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs. The youngest one, Tjree, was beyond spoiled by Mommy Piggy. The other two pigs, One and Two, were slightly singed with jealousy of their brother's spoiled treatment, but they kept this feeling deep inside. And so, when it was time for the Piggys to move out, One and Two packed and left promptly, not able to wait until they could live on their own without their brattly little brother. Their mother instructed them very carefully.

"Straw is the very best material. It allows air circulation in your home and is a beautiful golden color as well. If you can't find straw, sticks are pretty good too. Although the color might be a little muddy, it still lets air flow into your house."

The two pigs took special note of this and raced off to find the materials. One, the oldest of them, and the fastest, ran far up the hill and found dry grass. He cut the grass by biting the ends at an agonizingly slow pace. Sure enough though, he had a pile of straw by the end of the day and was building his home.

Two, on the other hand, was much slower than One, and saw that, from the forest just below the top of the hill, his brother had used up all the straw. Thankfully, he was right in the forest, where sticks littered the ground. He gathered armfulls of sticks and rubbed them against tree trunks, smoothing out the sides. Without a proper sanding tool, this smoothing of sticks took an entire day! But his hard work was rewarded when he had smooth sticks to build his house out of.

The  baby of the house, Three, was allowed to stay in the home a little longer, because his mother spoiled him so. When he finally left the house, he saw a pile of bricks right off his mother's property. He trotted over to the pile and built the house lazily, knowing that he would come back to his mother at the end of the day to sleep. A week had gone by, and he was barely halfway done with his house. During the night, when he was sleeping at Mom's house, his two brothers took pity on him and finished his house for him.

Everypig's house was finished, and One and Two were in their homes, decorating their home. Three, however, decided to blow off the job and go to the arcade in town.

That same day, a big bad wolf came from the otherside of the hill, and threathened One. When One refused to let him in, the wolf huffed and puffed till the house fell down. Then he ate One. The same happened to Two. When Big Bad Wolf came to Three's house, however, he couldn't blow down the house, thanks to the good job of One and Two. He climbed up the wall and let himself down the chimminey, but he saw that it was emtpy and let himself out.

When Three came back, he saw what had happened, and noticed reporters coming to make a news story. When he was interviewed, he spun a lie about his ultimate intelligence and the stupidity of his brothers. He told the story of how he tricked the wolf. His lie is what you know of as "The Three Little Pigs," today. Let it be known that this piggy is a FAKER, a LIAR.

The End. :)