Pig One, rosy-cheeked and plump, bustles around arranging plates while humming a cheerful tune. Pig Two, sporting a chef’s hat, sets out pitchers of cider, his eyes glinting with mischief. Pig Three, the cleverest of the trio, carefully pens an invitation. "I can’t believe we’re inviting him," Pig One whispers, glancing nervously toward the woods. "Trust me, tonight will be unforgettable," Pig Three replies, sliding the envelope under a bush at the forest’s edge.

Wolf, tall and scruffy, hesitates at the fence, sniffing the air. "Welcome, honored guest!" Pig Two calls, waving enthusiastically. "I must admit, I didn’t expect this hospitality," Wolf replies, eyeing the cider with suspicion. Pig Three pours him a brimming mug, their smiles wide but their eyes sharper.

Wolf gulps mug after mug, cheeks flushing as his words begin to slur. Pig One leads a rousing song, while Pig Two keeps the cider coming. "You pigs... you’re not so bad after all," Wolf mumbles, his eyelids drooping. Soon, his snores rumble through the kitchen, oblivious to the pigs’ conspiratorial glances.

Pig Two gently shears Wolf’s thick fur, stuffing it into a sack as Pig One stifles nervous giggles. Pig Three inspects the smooth, bare skin, nodding in satisfaction. The wolf, deep in his cider-soaked sleep, barely stirs, a blissful smile on his face.

Wolf blinks awake, confused but docile. "Here, lay your weary head. This is the softest bed in the house," Pig One coos. "It’s so warm and cozy... you pigs are true friends," Wolf sighs, snuggling into the flaky dough as Pig Two tucks the crust over him.

Pig Three carves the first slice, revealing tender wolf beneath the crisp crust. "To cleverness and survival," Pig Two toasts, and the pigs dig in, savoring their victory with every bite. Outside, the wind carries away the last trace of fur, leaving only laughter and crumbs in the little brick house.