Author's Note: Okay, I don't know WHY I wrote this, but I did

Author's Note: Okay, I don't know WHY I wrote this, but I did. It's basically The Three Little Pigs in the style of Beowulf. Why did I do it? I don't know, I have already STATED that I don't know why! It's nine cantos long, and cantos is Beowulfian for chapters. Some are short, some are long, some are…whatever. Just read and review, ok? There will be another author's note at the last chapter. Ta!

The Three Little Pigs

by Eyra Dragonsworth

Canto I

Hear me! We have heard of fools and heroes before

Brave creatures that win against hard

Happenings. We have heard of Little Red Riding Hood, who

Lost her way and her grandmother's life.

The poets sing of bold Br'er Rabbit, that teaser tricked

Br'er Fox and was thrown into his home, the

Briar patch. But this bard bids to tell thee, the tale

Of three pigs. They were brothers, birthed

And weaned by the same mother,

Taught by the same father.

The first-born of the three was Istray, a large, lazy swine,

Steeped in beer from birth.

The second-born of the three was Stiggs, a sallow, skinny, pasty pig, with

Beady eyes, and a greedy manner.

The third-born was Britar, brawny, benevolent Britar, with a heart full

Of happiness, a prince among hogs.

Their mother did her best to instill good

Thoughts in the hearts of the three, but Britar was the only

Piglet that listened

And so there came a day when the

Piglets were grown, and Istray, Stiggs, and brave Britar

Set out to find their fortunes.