Canto IX
The Baying Wolf continued along the road, proud
And pleased with himself. His belly was
Nearly full, and he was tired. The sun was rising,
He had worked through the whole night
For his meals. Smacking his lips, he considered
Breakfast, and saw in the distance a
House of bricks. His lips formed a horrible smile, each
Curved, cruel tooth showing. Here was his
Breakfast, and a place to sleep.
He paced the path leisurely, his objective always in
His sight. Then he was there, standing
In front of the brick house, which was none other than
Britar's house, poor Britar, whose
Brothers had been devoured by that disgusting,
Wicked Wolf. Then the Wolf was
At Britar's door, and knocked, with a call,
"Little
"Friend, little friend, let me come in? I am
"A poor wanderer, with no where to
"Rest, and naught to eat."
Kind Britar was moved by these words, but
Knew the dangers of the world, and
Replied kindly,
"Ah, if I could only let
"You in, kind sir! But the world is
"Full of dangers, I cannot risk letting one through
"My door! However-" Britar paused,
Took a few of his coins, shoved them under the
Door-jam, so that the Wolf could reach them. He continued,
Sweetly said,
"Take these, my friend, and walk
"This path but a little longer. An inn
"You will find down the road, and these meager
"Coins will buy you a shelter for tonight."
The Wolf sighed sadly, impatience welling in his brain, cruel
Thoughts dwelling in his mind.
"But sir! I
"Will have starved by the time
"I reach this inn, and my feet are ready to
"Fall from my ankles with fatigue."
Britar shook his head sadly, and shoved one
More coin under the door.
"This is all I have
"To give you, if I give you more I
"Myself will starve. Please sir, take the
"Money, and continue on your way. If only I had
"More to give you! If only, by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!"
The Wolf's eyes grew large with anger, and
A sneer played on his lips. How could
This strange pig turn him away?! He would
Not leave! The Baying Wolf drew in
A deep breath, and howled at
The brick house of Britar, knowing
He would knock it down like the other three
Houses. Yet when he stopped howling, the house
Still stood in front of him. Britar
Called from within,
"Friend, why the
"Anger? I gave you all I have to give! Please,
"Do not be angry with me!"
At this the Wolf was filled with intense
Hatred. How could this pig still be kind to him
When he had just tried to blow his house
Down? The Baying Wolf inhaled again, and
Hoped that this time the house would fall as
He blew. He blew, and blew, and blew, until suddenly,
He stopped blowing. Brave Britar, kind
Britar, third little pig, opened his door and
Looked out at the world. There, in front of his
Door, someone had left a two-sided
Wolf skin rug. Britar shrugged at this kindness, picked
It up, and set it in front of his hearth. The
Rug stayed there, til the day Britar was buried.
Author's Note: Well, that's it! The End! Hope you enjoyed it, but how someone could enjoy something that mimics Beowulf I do not know. As I don't think anyone owns the Three Little Pigs, I OWN EVERYTHING!!!!!! YAAAAY! ::cough:: Well…I guess. And if someone does own the piggies, then they belong to them. Simple as that. Oh, and how many people got that the villain is called the "Baying Wolf", which happens to be very close to "Beowulf"? Well, it was a pun. Not a very funny one, but hey, that's life. Well, ta!
