Percy the Pig Chef tiptoes through the underbrush, his white apron spotless, clutching a heavy basket brimming with spices and utensils. He eyes the houses with a determined gleam.
"Three wolf brothers, three different recipes. Time to show them what real cuisine tastes like,"
Rufus the Straw Wolf, youngest and most carefree, lounges in a rocking chair, humming softly. Suddenly, the door creaks open.
"Good morning, Rufus. Mind if I borrow your kitchen?"
"Percy? What are you doing here?"
"Just preparing a little breakfast surprise—a classic roast wolf, seasoned to perfection."
Before Rufus can react, Percy wields his pepper grinder and sets to work, filling the air with tantalizing aromas.
Percy hums as he chops vegetables, arranging them around Rufus.
"Roasted wolf—tender, juicy, and unforgettable," he muses, watching the timer tick.
Bruno the Stick Wolf, the middle brother, notices a shadow at the door.
Percy bursts in, brandishing a frying pan.
"You can't just barge in, Percy!"
"Oh, but I can. Today, you'll be the star of my skillet—pan-seared wolf with sage butter," Percy declares, his eyes twinkling.
"This isn't how I imagined dinner," Bruno grumbles, but Percy never falters.
"Pan-seared wolf—crispy outside, succulent inside," Percy proclaims, plating Bruno with roasted potatoes.
Gregor the Brick Wolf, wise and stoic, looks up as Percy enters, rolling a cart stacked with jars.
"Percy, what madness brings you here?"
"Tonight's special: wolf stew, slow-cooked with root vegetables and a dash of thyme," Percy announces, setting the ingredients on the table.
"I suppose every chef needs a signature dish," Gregor sighs, resigned to his fate.
"Wolf stew—hearty, warming, and a fitting end to my culinary adventure," Percy grins, ladling the stew into bowls.
Percy gazes at the stars, his basket empty, and whispers to the wind:
"The wolves thought they were safe, but every house is just another kitchen for a determined chef."
