Tale's Truth
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I grew up with these stories and I don't own them in any way.
Three Little Pigs: Crystallized Ginger
"Wait!" the pig with the straw hut yelled, as I began to draw a large gulp of air.
"What?" I asked, exhaling.
"You have to eat this," he said, producing a lump of brownish candy. "It aids with digestion."
"What is it?" I asked warily, looking for the catch.
"Crystallized ginger," he explained. "Try some."
I sniffed it, but couldn't detect any suspicious odors. Placing it on my tongue, I chewed it slowly and nearly yelped at the sharp flavor. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the little pig lock himself in his hut.
"Like that's going to keep me out," I muttering, inhaling another large gulp of air.
I exhaled in a huge huff, blowing golden strands of straw everywhere.
I glared at the pig.
"Well?" I growled.
He ran.
"I so love a good run before dinner," I toothily grinned, giving chase.