Creative Writing: The Third Little Pig

Once upon a time in a whimsical land where fairy tale characters roamed free, there lived a little pig, the third one to be exact, who found his existence upsetting. He, the smartest of the Three Little Pigs, was becoming discontented with his lifestyle under the reign of the mayor, the Big Bad Wolf. Every day the wolf would huff and puff and blow down his brothers’ houses and the helpless, homeless pigs begged their astute brother to rebuild their tenuous homes as they were before. Out of commiseration, the Third Pig always did. While he restituted the collapsed structures on a miserable, stormy day, the Third Little Pig, soaked with muddy water, cried out into the void, “By the hair on my chinny chin chin, I will not answer to the Big Bad Wolf, not ever again!” Upset, the pig stomped to his brothers and spoke defiantly,

The townspeople love me and why wouldn’t they? I’m hilarious, rich, and quite dashing if I do say so myself,” adjusting his toupee. In the town, the citizens raved about the courage of the Third Little Pig, and unanimously supported this underdog, or underpig rather. The poor people had never considered a life without oppression and gained a sense of liberation at the mere thought of it. Election Day arrived, and the Third Little Pig won undisputedly, a surprise to no one except for the Big Bad Wolf, of course. The little pig and his friends rejoiced and celebrated their newfound freedom with the rest of the townsfolk. The Big Bad Wolf began to flee from punishment when the newfangled mayor stopped him. Rather than chastising, the Third Little Pig explained, “I am not here to condemn you, for in doing so my principles for office would be diminished. Instead, I request that you accept my invitation to exist as the town’s sheriff and protect us from other terrors. What do you