The Wolf
So if you wanna know my story, you wouldn't believe it. I mean how could three goddamn pigs beat a wolf? Well I'll tell you.
So I'm walking along and I see this house of straw. I mean seriously who the hell makes a HOUSE out of STRAW? A pig that's who. So I was feeling pretty lousy because I hadn't eaten all day and decided the pig would have to do. So I ran up to the pig and the lousy thing ran inside. So I huffed and I puffed and I blew that goddamn house down. I swear to God I did. And you wouldn't believe it but that pig ran away.
So I chased that lousy pig to a house made of twigs. Why the hell would someone build a house of twigs? I mean if you're going to build a house build it out of something good, like stone for Christ sake! But no these pigs built their houses out of straw and twigs. I mean, honestly. So anyway, I huffed and I puffed and I blew that damn house away. But those God-forsaken pigs ran away again!
So I followed those crummy pigs to a third house. By now I was feeling pretty depressed, with all the pig chasing and all. Only this house was made out of bricks. How could a goddamn pig make a house out of bricks? I mean, with their hooves and all. So anyway, I huffed and I puffed but the crummy house didn't blow down. So I huffed and puffed again and the lousy thing stayed standing. So I climbed onto the God-forsaken roof and decided to climb down the chimney. But those pigs lit a fire. A fire, for Christ sake!
So anyway, that's my story. It was a pretty lousy day.
