Malk
Hmm. Yeah, it's my version of that wonderful old story that my parents use to read to me.
Chapter One
Once upon a time, There lived three pigs.., Three fat, and juicy pigs. There was a wolf who watched these pigs grow in to their fat, juicy selves. Oh how they looked delicious. He watched them closely, just waiting.
One day, the pigs' mother told them that they were too old to be living at home. So the three packed their belongings and wandered off in to the forest not too far from their mother's house.
The pig, who was lazy, said he would build his home with Straw.
The youngest of the brothers merely laughed at his Lazy brother, and said he would build his home with sticks.
The Eldest and wisest of the three rolled his eyes and announced he would build his house of bricks.
Meanwhile..
The wolf laughed as he walked up to the Mother Pig's home, and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" asked the Mother Pig.
"Come to the door and find out." replied the Wolf, with a devious smirk.
The Mother Pig walked to the door and opened it, and gasped in terror at the figure in front of her.
The wolf wasted no time in ramming his foot in to the elderly pig, knocking her flat on her back, gasping for air and tears forming in her large eyes.
The wolf laughed cruelly and walked in to the home, and swiftly slammed down in to the Mother pig, and bit in to her throat with his razor sharp teeth, growling loudly as he hears the Old pig squeal and scream in horror, but only briefly as her jugulars are pierced, and blood flows from her throat, coating the wolf's teeth and tongue.
The wolf kept his teeth in the pig until he was sure she was dead, before jerking his head up, ripping the skin from the Mother Pig's throat. Looking at the corpse as he pushed the skin in to his maw, he grinned darkly, before lifting up and heading to the kitchen to grab a meat cleaver, to chop the dead Pig, and put the body in a bag for later days' food.
Chapter One
Once upon a time, There lived three pigs.., Three fat, and juicy pigs. There was a wolf who watched these pigs grow in to their fat, juicy selves. Oh how they looked delicious. He watched them closely, just waiting.
One day, the pigs' mother told them that they were too old to be living at home. So the three packed their belongings and wandered off in to the forest not too far from their mother's house.
The pig, who was lazy, said he would build his home with Straw.
The youngest of the brothers merely laughed at his Lazy brother, and said he would build his home with sticks.
The Eldest and wisest of the three rolled his eyes and announced he would build his house of bricks.
Meanwhile..
The wolf laughed as he walked up to the Mother Pig's home, and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" asked the Mother Pig.
"Come to the door and find out." replied the Wolf, with a devious smirk.
The Mother Pig walked to the door and opened it, and gasped in terror at the figure in front of her.
The wolf wasted no time in ramming his foot in to the elderly pig, knocking her flat on her back, gasping for air and tears forming in her large eyes.
The wolf laughed cruelly and walked in to the home, and swiftly slammed down in to the Mother pig, and bit in to her throat with his razor sharp teeth, growling loudly as he hears the Old pig squeal and scream in horror, but only briefly as her jugulars are pierced, and blood flows from her throat, coating the wolf's teeth and tongue.
The wolf kept his teeth in the pig until he was sure she was dead, before jerking his head up, ripping the skin from the Mother Pig's throat. Looking at the corpse as he pushed the skin in to his maw, he grinned darkly, before lifting up and heading to the kitchen to grab a meat cleaver, to chop the dead Pig, and put the body in a bag for later days' food.