Hello again! This is my second fic, my other one being 'A Fractured Fairytale'. Please read and review!

Once upon a time, on the edges of a forest in Fairytale-Land, there was a small little cottage made of wood, with a thatched roof, and fireplace made out of bricks. In this cottage lived Mamma Pig and her three kids. Mamma Pig was very fond of her children, but she did think that they were getting a little out of hand when her great-grandmother's Chinese painted plate was broken by a football sailing in from the living room. Mamma Pig decided that her children were too old to stay cooped up in the tiny cottage, and so she baked them a batch of Mamma Pig's Super Duper Chocolate Chip Cookies, washed their laundry twice over, and gave them enough food to stuff an army of starved frogs. Then she gently escorted them to the door, gave them a hug, a kiss, lots of advice, and settled down to read her book in complete peace and quiet. Meanwhile, the three little pigs (their names are April, May and June) went happily on their way. As they reached a fork in the path, they said goodbye (after squabbling over the last cookie, of course), and split up. April hummed to herself as she skipped along the path, feeling happy and free. Soon she came along a woodsman, looking quite frustrated. April could see why. His wheelbarrow, which had been full with logs, had toppled over, and logs were rolling every which way. April, being the polite pig she was, offered to help the poor woodsman, and he gladly accepted. In a few minutes, everything was cleaned up, and the woodsman was extremely grateful. He even gave April as much wood as she could carry, and she staggered away, muttering her thanks. April kept on staggering about until she reached a small clearing. Relieved, she dumped the wood down and sat on it, wiping the sweat from her brow. As she gazed at the wood, wondering what to do with it, she got a great idea. "I know!" she exclaimed, "I'll make myself a wooden house!" And so April worked hard for a whole day. When she was done, she stepped back and looked at her work proudly. In front of her stood a house, made completely out of wooden logs. April leaned against it, taking a rest, but she almost fell over as the house moved slightly. "Oh, well, it's good enough," she said dismissively. "It's not like a big, bad wolf and little Red Riding Hood are going to team up and try to catch me for dinner." She stopped for a moment and scratched her head. "Hey, who's little Red Riding Hood?" She shrugged and went in to relax.

At the same time that April met the woodsman, May passed a man who was carrying a bundle of straw on his back. But unluckily, the poor guy tripped on a stone, and the straw, which was not tied very well, went spilling onto the road. May felt sorry for him, and, remembering what Mamma Pig had taught her, offered her help. The man accepted gratefully, and together, May and the man gathered almost all of the straw. Before he went on his way, however, he gave May half of his bundle. May thanked him and continued on her way, sneezing the whole time. Luckily, she came upon a small clearing, and dumped it on the ground, wiping her nose with her handkerchief. She gazed at the pile of straw, wondering what to do with it. Then she remembered the thatched roof of her former home, and had a (not so) great idea. May immediately got to work, and at the end of the day had a really red nose and a cute little house made of straw. She leaned against it, but almost fell over as it swayed dangerously. "Oh, well," May said dismissively, "it's good enough, and anyways, it's not like little Red Riding Hood and the big, bad wolf are going to team up and try to eat me for dinner." She stopped for a moment, puzzled. "Hey, who's little Red Riding Hood?" She shrugged and went in, holding her handkerchief to her nose. The little house shook with the force of her sneezes as she went to bed.

At the same time that her sisters met the unfortunate men, June was hopping along, and soon she came upon more unlucky people. This time it was a lady and her husband pushing along cartloads of bricks. Unfortunately, the wheels of both carts had gotten stuck in holes in the road, and the unlucky couple were crying in despair. "Please," sobbed the lady, "please help us. Our c-carts got stuck in the r-road, and w-we can't g-get them out. Please help us…" and she pressed her handkerchief to her face, her shoulders heaving. Her husband patted her back, trying to be comforting. "D-don't worry," he said sadly. "M-maybe th-this little

pig can h-help us out." He looked down at June, tears in his eyes. June looked at them suspiciously, but they didn't seem to be thieves or anything, so she gave them a hand. When they were done, the couple thanked June profusely, and gave her a whole cartload of bricks. June thanked them in turn, bade them good-bye, and went on her way. Soon she came upon a large clearing, and she dumped her bricks there. After staring at them, she remembered the brick fireplace at home, and had a great idea. She immediately began to build a house large enough to accommodate all her sisters and herself, and, as an afterthought, added a chimney that was quite large, but not big enough for a wolf to get through. Then, with the extra bricks, and a bit of metal she found lying around, she built a huge gate, guarded by her pet bulldogs. "It'll come in handy in case little Red Riding Hood and the big, bad wolf team up and try to eat us all up," she said to herself. Then she stopped and scratched her head, puzzled. "Hey, who's little Red Riding Hood?" She shrugged and went indoors to relax.