The third pig, dressed in a patchwork waistcoat and jaunty cap, beams as he walks arm-in-arm with Mama Goat, a matronly figure with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and a garland of daisies crowning her horns. The guests cheer, hooves and paws drumming in anticipation. In the cage, the wolves pace and snarl quietly, their eyes darting between the jubilant crowd and the looming feast to come.
"I never thought I'd see the day, Mama Goat. Me, in a waistcoat, and you looking lovelier than a midsummer moon,"
"Oh hush, Piggy dear, you look absolutely edible. But let's save that for the feast, hmm?"
A ripple of laughter moves through the crowd, broken only by a loud thump as one wolf bumps into the bars. The animals shoot the cage a wary glance, but Mama Goat winks, turning back to the ceremony.
Owl Officiant, perched atop a stump, opens a scroll and begins the vows. The wolves in the cage start to whine, some scraping at the floor, others glaring hungrily at the feast preparations nearby. The other animals whisper and giggle, watching the wolves with a mixture of amusement and unease.
"Do you, third pig, promise to build your life with Mama Goat—strong and sturdy, free from straw and sticks?"
"With all my bricks and all my heart,"
"And you, Mama Goat, do you promise to butt away trouble and nurture your pig with the fierceness only a mother can muster?"
"Till the wolves cry uncle,"
The crowd erupts in laughter, while the wolves let out a chorus of disgruntled howls that echo through the clearing.
The animals begin to whisper, nervous yet gleeful, as the wolves’ antics threaten to disrupt the ceremony. The third pig glances at the cage and grins, whispering to Mama Goat, who stifles a giggle.
"Do you think they’ll behave for the toast?"
"Not unless we promise them dessert first. But tonight, they're the main course."
The woodland creatures snicker, and the wolves huddle together, realizing their fate is sealed.
"By the ancient law of the woods, and in the presence of witnesses both wild and... well, soon-to-be well-roasted, I declare you married!"
"Shall we kiss, or shall we feast?"
"Why not both? Let’s start with the kiss, and end with the feast."
Their kiss is greeted with raucous applause, paws and hooves thumping, while the wolves sulk in their cage.
The woodland guests form a circle, singing and laughing, as the wolves are handed garlands to wear—one last touch of whimsy before their fate. The third pig raises a toast, his eyes shining with triumph, while Mama Goat grins, ready to begin their new life with a feast unlike any other.
"To new beginnings, old enemies, and a marriage built on bricks and bravery!"
The crowd cheers, the wolves howl mournfully, and the feast awaits, the tension hanging thick as darkness falls and the fire crackles brighter.
