The classic fairy tale retold.
2009-09-08 00:42:29
The night was cold \nand stormy. It was raining cats and dogs, the wind howled, the weather was \nbeastly. It was a spring storm, when three little pigs were driven out of the \nstable from their mother sow, not because they had the swine fever, or because \nthe farmer wanted to kill them. No, the mother was simply too poor to pay the \neducation, clothing or even the food for them. she was a shrewd sow and \ntherefore pregnant again. Even the mother was too poor to give them names. \nThat's why we call them Strawy, Woody and Rolling Stoned.
So there were the \nthree little pigs on the street again and pulled it together through the \ncountryside.
One evening late in the summer, they passed on a field with \nvery much straw. Quickly they built together a straw hut for the night, because \nnights became cold already. The very next morning, the first pig, which we call \nStrawy, said, "Oh, I'm tired of walking around. Let us stay here together and \nbuild the hut." But the other two pigs wanted to move on. They left the pig back \nalone. From then on the pig prepaired the straw hut for the winter. The rest of \nthe time it spend everything on it's personal well-fare. It was thick, fat and \nround. It didn't know, that the big bad wolf* had already found their \ntracks.
*That fact is stated in the literature. On the other hand, the \nlocals told of a gang of mangy mutt, or at least a pack of wolves. The last \noption seems most likely. That is what the further course of history shows too. \nNevertheless, I have decided to use the singular form of literary \nediting.
Just over a week later, the weather was not very stable, the two \npigs, Woody and Rolling Stoned, were walking past a lumberyard at a forest edge \nand built out a pretty little wooden house for the night, which was quite rainy. \nBut they both didn't know, that night the big bad wolf came along to their \nbrother strawy in the straw hut. He sniffed briefly and knew what to do. He took \none last breath on the cigarette and flicked it onto the straw roof. Then he \nblew so strong he could, but this did not help much. The wet straw did not \nignite. He was a heavy smoker and did not have enough lung capacity. So he came \nrattling, snorting and coughing into the hut. The fat little piggy was almost \nparalyzed with fright, but then it took it's own fate into his own hands and \nran away. And so the wolf entered the hut. He kindled a fire to warm themselves. \nBut this was not a good idea. The cabin was in flames, because it was, as \neveryone knows, only made of straw. The Wolf was forced to flee too.
The \nnext morning one pig, it was Woody, of the two pigs meant "Oh, I'm tired of \nwalking around. Let us stay here together and build the log cabin into a real \nhouse." But the other pigs from the two little piggies, Rolling Stoned was a \nreal hiker and would go on. The pig Woody was left alone. From then on it made \nthe log cabin winterized and spend the rest of his thim for his personal \nwell-fare. It was not so thick, round and bold, wood-work is vigorous. But what \nit did not know, the big bad wolf had already taken its course, because he ran \nbehind the other pig, which had escaped from the straw hut. That was not so \nunsporting as it looked and ran and ran as fast as it could and that was \ncertainly faster than a bad fuming Wolf could do.
The pig, which now \nwandered alone, was too tired to walk alone after a few days. So it took a job \nat a chicken farm as a shepherd for the chickens and the farmer built him a \nstrong house made of stone. Then the pig thought, "I've taken a pretty place!" \nIt was happy and in peace.
But what it did not know was that night, the \nother two brothers met again. Thus, the pig from the wooden hut, Woody, invited \nhis wandering brother, Strawy, but what they both did not know, the wolf was on \ntheir track. The pig in the straw hut told the pig in the wooden hut the story \nof his life since they had going different ways. The piggy in the wooden hut was \nshocked, but it thought, the fate was much more polite for him. But the pig made \nhis bill without the big bad wolf. Already he had identified the wooden hut, a \nstolen petrol canister and poured the gasoline over the roof. "Two well-roasted \npigs for the price of one, that's real business." He lit a last cigarette, even \nbefore eating, since he was already blazing fire. So he jumped off the roof, ran \ncrashing through the door and jumped wildly, screaming, burning like a torch \nthrough the hut and lit it all.
The pigs but not rigid with fright took their \nhand and legs into the game and disapeared through the window. Now they were \ntogether on the run.
Quickly they realized that the wolf followed them on \ntheir heels possibly.
The wolf, however, it did not go well. He licked his \nburns and he was now looking more like a whipped dog ill-fated than a real bad \nwolf.
The two pigs were in good shape and so they moved fast to a strong \nstone build house. There their sibling lived in. This was pleased to see them \nagain and was shocked by the siblings story. So it invited his siblings out of \nhand and without hesitation to spend time with him.
The farmer, however, was \ninitially not pleased at all. That changed however when he saw a mangy dog. \nSince it seemed to be an good idea. Better than a shepard pig would be a guard \ndog and a piggery. So the wolf got the job, and pigs did not get quite \nright what was happening to them.
And the moral of the story?
Do not \nlive for the benefactors satisfactory?
Benefactors are also \nperpetrators?
Most the time the fate strikes back from a corner from \nwhich no one does not expect it?
So there were the \nthree little pigs on the street again and pulled it together through the \ncountryside.
One evening late in the summer, they passed on a field with \nvery much straw. Quickly they built together a straw hut for the night, because \nnights became cold already. The very next morning, the first pig, which we call \nStrawy, said, "Oh, I'm tired of walking around. Let us stay here together and \nbuild the hut." But the other two pigs wanted to move on. They left the pig back \nalone. From then on the pig prepaired the straw hut for the winter. The rest of \nthe time it spend everything on it's personal well-fare. It was thick, fat and \nround. It didn't know, that the big bad wolf* had already found their \ntracks.
*That fact is stated in the literature. On the other hand, the \nlocals told of a gang of mangy mutt, or at least a pack of wolves. The last \noption seems most likely. That is what the further course of history shows too. \nNevertheless, I have decided to use the singular form of literary \nediting.
Just over a week later, the weather was not very stable, the two \npigs, Woody and Rolling Stoned, were walking past a lumberyard at a forest edge \nand built out a pretty little wooden house for the night, which was quite rainy. \nBut they both didn't know, that night the big bad wolf came along to their \nbrother strawy in the straw hut. He sniffed briefly and knew what to do. He took \none last breath on the cigarette and flicked it onto the straw roof. Then he \nblew so strong he could, but this did not help much. The wet straw did not \nignite. He was a heavy smoker and did not have enough lung capacity. So he came \nrattling, snorting and coughing into the hut. The fat little piggy was almost \nparalyzed with fright, but then it took it's own fate into his own hands and \nran away. And so the wolf entered the hut. He kindled a fire to warm themselves. \nBut this was not a good idea. The cabin was in flames, because it was, as \neveryone knows, only made of straw. The Wolf was forced to flee too.
The \nnext morning one pig, it was Woody, of the two pigs meant "Oh, I'm tired of \nwalking around. Let us stay here together and build the log cabin into a real \nhouse." But the other pigs from the two little piggies, Rolling Stoned was a \nreal hiker and would go on. The pig Woody was left alone. From then on it made \nthe log cabin winterized and spend the rest of his thim for his personal \nwell-fare. It was not so thick, round and bold, wood-work is vigorous. But what \nit did not know, the big bad wolf had already taken its course, because he ran \nbehind the other pig, which had escaped from the straw hut. That was not so \nunsporting as it looked and ran and ran as fast as it could and that was \ncertainly faster than a bad fuming Wolf could do.
The pig, which now \nwandered alone, was too tired to walk alone after a few days. So it took a job \nat a chicken farm as a shepherd for the chickens and the farmer built him a \nstrong house made of stone. Then the pig thought, "I've taken a pretty place!" \nIt was happy and in peace.
But what it did not know was that night, the \nother two brothers met again. Thus, the pig from the wooden hut, Woody, invited \nhis wandering brother, Strawy, but what they both did not know, the wolf was on \ntheir track. The pig in the straw hut told the pig in the wooden hut the story \nof his life since they had going different ways. The piggy in the wooden hut was \nshocked, but it thought, the fate was much more polite for him. But the pig made \nhis bill without the big bad wolf. Already he had identified the wooden hut, a \nstolen petrol canister and poured the gasoline over the roof. "Two well-roasted \npigs for the price of one, that's real business." He lit a last cigarette, even \nbefore eating, since he was already blazing fire. So he jumped off the roof, ran \ncrashing through the door and jumped wildly, screaming, burning like a torch \nthrough the hut and lit it all.
The pigs but not rigid with fright took their \nhand and legs into the game and disapeared through the window. Now they were \ntogether on the run.
Quickly they realized that the wolf followed them on \ntheir heels possibly.
The wolf, however, it did not go well. He licked his \nburns and he was now looking more like a whipped dog ill-fated than a real bad \nwolf.
The two pigs were in good shape and so they moved fast to a strong \nstone build house. There their sibling lived in. This was pleased to see them \nagain and was shocked by the siblings story. So it invited his siblings out of \nhand and without hesitation to spend time with him.
The farmer, however, was \ninitially not pleased at all. That changed however when he saw a mangy dog. \nSince it seemed to be an good idea. Better than a shepard pig would be a guard \ndog and a piggery. So the wolf got the job, and pigs did not get quite \nright what was happening to them.
And the moral of the story?
Do not \nlive for the benefactors satisfactory?
Benefactors are also \nperpetrators?
Most the time the fate strikes back from a corner from \nwhich no one does not expect it?
