The Story of 4 Little Pigs

Once upon a time there were four little pigs, brothers all, who decided to head out into the world and build their own homes.

The first little pig didn't want to spend much time or money on his house as there were many more enjoyable activities he could be doing.  He hastily built a frame, found some straw and hay in a nearby field, and put it all together one morning before heading out for a round of golf with his buddies and then an all-nighter playing Pinkeneye 007 on his porkstation 3.  He laughed as he walked by his brothers' yards and saw how hard they were working on their homes. 

The second little pig didn't want to spend any money on his house as he wanted to save as much he could for retirement.  He was afraid that he might have to live in a pig pen if he didn't have enough money saved for his senior years, so he never spent anything extra.  He didn't have any experience building a house, but he found some free plans at the local library, gathered the sticks from discard bins at local wood yards, and found some used twine at a local post office.  He spent several days putting the house together, an activity made more difficult because so many of the sticks were crooked and the twine often broke.  When he was done he went to Cost Club to eat the free samples as a reward for how little his house cost him.  He shook his sadly as he walked by his brothers still building their homes, knowing that they had spent more money than he had, but he felt sorry for them wasting all that money on their houses with retirement only a few decades away.

The third little pig worked hard to save his money for his new house.  He also studied how to build a solid house that would last for years.  He chose to make a brick home, while a little more expensive than lumber, would be very sturdy and keep him warm in the winter.  He bought the bricks from a local producer, getting a special deal because he ordered so many.  He laid the bricks himself, but hired someone to do the electrical and the plumbing because he wanted the job done right.  After a few months of hard work he was done. He celebrated by having a corn bust, using the corn he had planted in his yard just before beginning construction.  He was happy to be done, and happy to see that his brothers all had houses as well.

The fourth little pig wanted a large house that would impress everyone who walked by.  He paid a developer to do the work, but kept asking for upgrades throughout construction, going from standard countertops to slate, and laminate floors to hardwood.  When the job was done he had the biggest, most beautiful house on the block.  He celebrated by hosting a big party and he invited everyone on the block to come for a big feast of corn, oats, and watermelon.  He had borrowed a lot of money to pay for the house and the feast, but it was worth it as everyone was very impressed, and they all told him so.  He felt sorry for his brothers who didn't build houses as nice as his.  He then went off to a RV dealer to get the motorhome of his dreams.

One day, the little pig in the house made of straw heard a loud knock at the door - Bang, Bang, Bang!  He looked through an opening in his straw wall and saw a wolf standing in front of his door.

The wolf gently said "Little pig, little pig, let me in."

The pig shakily replied "Not by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin," hoping that the door would hold out the wolf.

The wolf growled "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and blow your house down."  The wolf took in two very deep breaths and let them all the air out in a big "Whooosh!" 

The straw flew everywhere blinding the wolf for a few seconds, and the little pig ran through what was left of his back wall to his to his brother's place at the house made of sticks.

The second little pig was not excited to have his brother there because the first little pig would eat his food, and then he'd have to go looking for expired goods on sale at the local market again.  But they were brothers so the second little pig let the first one in, even if it was a little reluctantly.

One day, the two little pigs heard a loud knock at the door - Bang, Bang, Bang!  They looked through a crooked slat on his wall and saw a wolf standing in front of his door.

The wolf gently said loudly "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in."

The pigs shakily replied "Not by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin," hoping that the door would hold out the wolf.

The wolf growled "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and blow your house down."  The wolf took in two very deep breaths and let them all the air out in a big "Whooosh!" 

The sticks and the twine flew everywhere, making a lot of dust in the air.  While the wolf was blinded by the dust the two little pigs ran out the back wear the kitchen table was once tied to the wall and went to their brother's place at the house made of bricks where the third little pig welcomed them in with open arms.

One day, the three little pigs heard a loud knock at the door - Bang, Bang, Bang!  They looked through out the front window and saw a wolf standing in front of his door.

The wolf gently shouted "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in."

The two little pigs hid behind the closet, but the third little pig stoutly yelled back "Not by the hair on our chinny, chin, chin," sure that the door would hold out the wolf.

The wolf growled "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and blow your house down."  The wolf took in two very deep breaths and let them all the air out in a big "Whooosh!" 

Nothing happened, and the wolf was really hungry, so he tried again.  He took in two very deep breaths and let them all the air out in a big "Whooosh!" 

Again, nothing happened, and the wolf was so hungry that he went to Subway for a ham & cheese foot long sub.

The three little pigs danced around the living room, whooping for joy that the wolf had left them alone, when they hear a knock at the door - Tock, Tock, Tock.  They looked out and saw their fourth brother and excitedly let him in.

The fourth brother asked "Can I sleep here tonight?"

"Why, when you have such a beautiful house?" asked the other three.

The fourth responded "Well, I guess I borrowed too much, and I can't make all my payments on my house, cars and big screen TV.  I don't have a house anymore," he squealed piteously.

The others gathered around and welcomed him to his new home.

The morale of the story is - if there is something worth doing, it is worth putting the time and money into it that is needed to do it right, but don't overspend on unnecessary extras because that creates problems too.  The End.  Jerry