The Four Little Pigs

I wrote this fractured fairy tale (of The Three Little Pigs) for school at the beginning of this year. I had a lot of fun with it. The story is a very loose allegory of I Corinthians 3 and how "the fire will test each one's work." Please no one be offended by it...lol...I recognize it is not very accurate...or intelligent. However, it was supposed to be made and illustrated like a children's story. I found that I get a weird pleasure finding pictures on the internet and then doctoring them up. You should see what some of these pictures used to look like.

THE FOUR LITTLE PIGS

Once upon a time…

...four little pigs decided to leave home and go live in the land of a king. The king gave them a share of the land in his kingdom and of all the blessings that that entailed. The king gave the pigs the materials to build a beautiful home and gave them his squire to direct them in how to build it.

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The first pig decided that he wanted to have some fun with his life. He disregarded the advice of the squire and spent one day building a small hut out of wood. Then he went back to the land that he came from and partied. He had the time of his life.

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The second pig also decided that he wanted to have some fun with his life. He disregarded the advice of the squire and spent one day building a small hut out of hay. Then he went back to the land that he came from and partied. He had the time of his life.

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The third pig also decided that he wanted to have some fun with his life. He followed the example of his other two brothers and disregarded the advice of the squire—the king’s messenger sent to help them—and spent one day building a small hut out of stubble. Then he went out, partied, and had the time of his life.

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The fourth little pig, however, listened to the king and the squire. He worked endlessly from dawn until dusk on his house—building it with the materials that the king gave to him. He was clumsy and would often smash a body part—or two or three or four—with his tools. He would also tend to knock parts of the house down on top of himself, nearly smashing himself into bacon strips. However, he never gave up.

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One night, the wolf came. The pigs had heard of the wolf, but only the fourth pig had paid much attention to the warnings—and finished his house just in time for its arrival. The pigs saw the wolf, a terrible beast, and ran inside their homes.

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The wolf came first to the house of the first pig and said, “Come out! I wish to eat you…I mean…have a lovely chat.”

“Go away you big, tubby sock head!” cried the first pig, in a desperate attempt to deter he wolf. After getting over the humor that the pig, of all creatures, had called him tubby, the wolf was furious and took a deep breath. With a bright light and tremendous heat, the wolf let a ball of fire out of his mouth, consuming the hut.

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The first little pig, charred almost to bacon, stood dumbfounded where his house used to be—only ashes remained. “What? Did you think I was going to blow the house down?” asked the wolf, amused.

The first little pig then ran screaming down the street to the house of the second pig. He left a trail of bacon grease behind him.

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The same things happened at the houses of the second and third pigs. The houses of

wood, hay, and stubble held no match to the fireballs of the wolf. After getting over being called other names like “Weirdo,” “Big Ears,” and “Bad Breath,” he burned the houses up.

The three crispy critters ran down the street screaming to the house of the fourth pig and went inside where the fourth pig and the squire of the king were waiting for them. Then they shut the door and waited.

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“Come out!” cried the wolf, quite tired of the whole charade.

Furious, the wolf let out a fire ball larger than before—but the house was still there.

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He tried again and again—but it was still there. The house was made of gold, silver, and precious stones. The house was not harmed by the fire. In fact, the flames did quite the contrary—they refined the gold until it shone brightly.

...As the smell of bacon wafted from the house, the wolf decided to go down the chimney.

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When he did, he found four heavily armed pigs waiting for him at the bottom. One pig had a machete; another had an A-K 47; the third had a rocket launcher; and the fourth had, ironically, a meat cleaver.

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With hands in the air, the wolf was escorted from the house and told to scram. A blast from the rocket launcher narrowly missed the wolf but caught its tail on fire. Then he ran away as fast as he could.

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The pigs, however, had learned their lesson. Life was not all about fun and play. Life in the land of the king required hard work—but it had good rewards. The four little pigs were taken to the king’s palace and lived happily ever after.

The morale of the story is:

“...The fire will test each one’s work, of what sort it is.”

1 Corinthians 3:13.

Andrew Branch—Author

“A truly incredible author!” ~ Budding Branches School “This story is inspiring for all ages.” ~ F.A.K.E. College “Incredible Illustrations!” ~ The Preschool Art Monitor