YAY! I'm so happy! My favourite author in the whole of fandom, Kerichi, reviewed this story:does a little happy jig:

Umm, I'm not really sure how old Red is...in herearly teens, maybe...Wolfie is the same age...as for romance, it doesn't come in here, but if I come up with a decent next chapter (I still have to decide whether or not to continue this story), I assure you that perhaps something will be brewing between our favourite characters! And now, without further ado, let me present to you the next chapter!

Back in the first clearing, where April had decided to live, April was sitting outside on a lawn chair, enjoying the sun and a cup of lemonade, when she noticed two people coming up the path. She squinted at them, then gulped hard and raced inside her house. It was the big, bad wolf, and someone else who was dressed in red! April knew about the big, bad wolf all too well. The day before, her cousins, the three not-so-little piggies, had been hunted by the big, bad wolf, who had tried to huff and puff and blow their houses down. It had worked on the houses of the first two cousins, Mark and Marcus, but they had managed to get to the third cousin's house, and had burnt the big, bad wolf's tail, and left him crying for his mommy. But they had phoned April to let her know that he was still on the loose, and had told her to be careful. April locked her door and sat on her bed, shaking. A second later, the booming knock came, and the big, bad wolf demanded, "let me in, little pig!"

April gave the traditional answer: "Not by the hairs on my chinny chin-chin!" This time another voice came. It was loud and bullyish, but April could tell it was a girl.

"Let him in, like he says," warned the voice, "or you'll be in deep doggy-doo-doo. So open up!"

April shook even harder, but she gave the same answer. "Not by the hairs on my chinny chin-chin!"

The big, bad wolf gave the traditional response. "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll BLOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN! HA HA!" And then he huffed, and he puffed and HE BLEW THE HOUSE DOWN! April shrieked and jumped of her bed. She scrambled through the mess as fast as she could, and ran past the big, bad wolf and Red Riding Hood as fast her little piggy legs could carry her. When she left them far behind, she decided to warn her sisters. She wondered where she could find them, but as she walked on, she came to a signpost saying, "Come down this path to meet May, the second little piggy." April ran down the path.

May was sitting outside, reading a book and wearing her 'movie star' glasses. When she heard the sound of someone running down the path, she pushed her glasses up and squinted at the round pink figure that came huffing and puffing down the path. She soon recognized it as her sister. "April, darling," she called. "Come here and rest, do. What's gotten into you?"

April skidded to a stop. "Can't…rest," she gasped. "Must…go…in…house. Big…bad…wolf…teamed up…with…Red Riding Hood…after us…must…go…in…house…" Here it would be rather nice to say she died instantly after conveying this message, and was remembered fondly and with tears as the bravest pig in a century, but that would not be true, and in this story I intend to stick to the truth. Anyways, April was comforted by her sister with a cup of cocoa, and they both huddled together in a shivering heap inside the house. In a few moments the sound of two pairs of feet came closer from outside, and then came the sound of two voices. One was the big, bad voice of the big, bad wolf, and the other was the voice of a big, bad girl. The wolf's voice said, "Hey, this is a straw house. Isn't this supposed to be the first one? I distinctly remember Mummy telling me that when we go hunting for three little piggies, we have to start with the straw house, or everything is upside-down and won't work at all. Or maybe this whole story is a little backwards."

The second voice snorted. "What are you talking about? This is real life, not some story that someone is making up. So we can do whatever we want, and go to the houses in any order we want. Now HURRY UP!"

"Alright," said the wolf, sounding sulky. He turned his attention to the little straw house. He took a deep breath, then yelled, "Let me in, little pigs!"

April and May shook with terror, but they managed to squeak out a reply. "Not by the hairs on our chinny chin-chins!"

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll BLOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN! HA HA!" And he huffed and puffed and he BLEW THE HOUSE DOWN!" April and May jumped up, sneezing, and ran straight past the big, bad wolf and Red Riding Hood as fast as their little piggy legs could carry them. They ran down the path, then stopped, wondering where to find their big sister's house. Just then they saw a sign that read, "Come this way if you want to trespass and want be torn apart by gigantic bulldogs." Underneath, in brackets and small letters, it said, "Come this way to meet June, the third little piggy." April and May stared at it in disbelief, and then April shrugged. "June always was a little aggressive," she said.

"Yes, but she shouldn't have such a rude sign put up," May protested as April led her down the path. Suddenly they heard the sounds of two pairs of big, bad feet coming right towards them.

"RUN!" April screamed, and they tore down the path. They skidded to a halt when they reached a big gate that was guarded by a pair of ferocious bulldogs. "How do we get in?" April gasped, holding a stitch in her side.

"YOU DON"T!" someone yelled from behind the gate.

"June!" May exclaimed. "Let us in! Red Riding Hood and the big, bad wolf are aft-" May didn't even finished her sentence, because at the words 'big, bad wolf', June had already swung the gate open and pulled them in. Then she shut the gate, locked it, and brought them inside, showing them around.

"Let's have a cup of tea, shall we?" said June, and she lit a huge fire in the fireplace and put on a large pot of water to boil. Secretly, April and May thought it a little too large. But June sat down in her chair and began to chat, quite cheerful and seemingly unaware of the danger that the big, bad wolf and his big, bad friend posed.

It was April who brought up the subject. "Er, shouldn't we be a little careful?" she asked, when June paused for breath after telling them about the thrilling hockey match that had been played the night before. "I mean, don't you remember that the big, bad wolf is right outside your gate?"

June grinned. "Yeah, I know," she said. "My doggies will give them some trouble, but they'll get through somehow. Don't worry."

"That's not what I meant," said April. Just then they heard a loud shriek. It seemed to be coming from Red Riding Hood. Then they heard the big, bad wolf. He had climbed over the gate and was urging Red Riding Hood.

"Come on, Red," he said impatiently. "It's easy. Just put your feet on the bars and pull yourself up. Hurry up!"

Red Riding Hood whimpered. "B-but what if I f-fall or something?"

"You won't," said the big, bad wolf, sounding impatient.

The three little pigs giggled. "Imagine a big, bad girl like Red Riding Hood scared of climbing gates," June snickered. Suddenly there was a large thud, and the three pigs rushed to the window. They saw the big, bad wolf on the ground, clutching his stomach and laughing helplessly and nastily. At his feet was a big, red heap. It was Red Riding Hood, and when she lifted her head, they could see stars circling her head. May pointed at her. "Golly! Red stars!" she hooted. So they were, but let's get on with it. As soon as the wolf could control himself, he pulled Red Riding Hood to her feet, and pointed to the window where the three little pigs were looking out. June stuck out her tongue and made a hideous face at him. He did the same back to her, then got down to business. Dragging a still-dazed Red Riding Hood with him to the door, he yelled, "Let me in, little pigs!" April, May and June chorused, "Not by the hair on our chinny chin-chins!" "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'LL BLOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN! HA HA!" The big, bad wolf huffed, and he puffed, but he COULDN'T BLOW THE HOUSE DOWN! Then he tried to puff, and huff, and blow the house down, but he couldn't. He tried to do it in about a million other ways, but he still couldn't, and at last his big, bad, hairy face went purple from his exertions and rage. April, May, and June rolled around the floor inside her house, screaming with laughter, because let me tell you, there is probably nothing funnier to see than a wolf who has turned purple when he can't blow your house down. He looked as though he had had a bath in a can of purple paint.

After a while, Red Riding Hood pulled him away from the house and began whispering to him. He calmed down, and some of the purple colour actually left him, but most of it stayed.

You all probably know what's next, but I will say it again just to refresh your memory. Red Riding Hood, who had been giggling a little herself while the big, bad wolf had been tiring himself out, had noticed the chimney, and a ladder that had been conveniently propped up next to it. They tip-toed toward it, oblivious of the fact that April, May, and June were watching their every move.

After glancing around furtively, the big, bad wolf started climbing the ladder. April and May began to lose confidence in their sister, and began to shiver with fear as they heard the sound of the big, bad wolf getting closer. June, however, returned to her armchair and began to hum. "J-June?" whispered May timidly. "A-aren't you forgetting something?" June stopped humming and frowned. "Forgetting something? Jeepers, so I have!" She flew to the fireplace and began to throw in so many logs that flames began to lick the pot. "Stop!" squeaked April. June obeyed and sat back in her armchair.

"Now we wait," she said. In a few minutes they could hear the wolf trying to squeeze himself into the chimney. He got his bottom half in all right, but then he had trouble with his top half. As he struggled to get himself through, Red Riding Hood pushed him, and down he fell through the long chimney. But June had built the chimney carefully, and just before the big, bad wolf landed, he got stuck again. All the three little pgs could see of him was his big, bushy tail. It was still purple. June leapt up.

"Come on!" she yelled, "Pull!" And pull they did. With a loud 'pop' the big, bad wolf fell-and landed in the pot of boiling water.

"Eyowieeeeee!" The big, bad wolf gave a scream so loud that the windowpanes rattled, and, clutching his purple bottom, sped out the door and landed straight into the arms of the police, who had been called by June on her phone. The next moment, Red Riding Hood, who was curious about her friend, slid down herself, and she too, landed in the pot. She jumped up, let out a howl that was the envy of the neighbourhood werewolves, and rushed to the door, where she was held by a police officer. June and her sisters hooted with laughter, for Red Riding Hood's face and bottom were as red as her red riding hood. The police were very grateful to the three little pigs for catching the big, bad wolf and Red Riding Hood because they were wanted for numerous other crimes-especially blowing down the houses of the three not-so-little pigs (whose names were Mark, Marcus and Marco Polo. They were the cousins who had been mentioned before.). Thanking the pigs profusely, the cops hauled away a bawling Wolf and Red Riding Hood off to the county jail.

As for April, May, and June, they lived happily ever after.

Author note: At the moment, I'm not sure whether or not to continue this story...I'll be wracking my brains for a decent plot, but meanwhile, don't let that stop you from reviewing this and reading my other story (which I consider my best) 'A Fractured Fairytale'. Farewell for now, but let us hope that this is not the end!