Wolfie, a hulking gray wolf with a silk napkin tucked into his collar and a gleam in his hungry eyes, pads up the stone path. He inhales deeply, savoring the scent of roasted herbs and crackling fat. Inside, laughter and the clatter of plates hint at a busy evening, but Wolfie’s appetite is focused on the three pig brothers he knows run the place.
"Good evening, swine chefs," he booms, his voice echoing through the foyer. Porky, Hamlet, and Bacon, the three pig brothers, freeze behind the counter, wide-eyed and clutching spatulas.
"Tonight, I demand a true delicacy," Wolfie announces, licking his lips. "I want the three pig brothers, roasted and served for my dinner!"
"But sir, surely you’d prefer something more... refined," Porky stammers, glancing at his brothers. Hamlet nudges Bacon, and the trio exchange a worried look, whispering rapidly.
"Why not let us prepare a feast worthy of your tastebuds first?" Hamlet suggests with a sly smile. The wolf’s stomach growls. Lured by rich aromas, he agrees, settling into a velvet chair as the pigs rush to the kitchen. They work quickly, piling the table high with decadent dishes—triple-cream cheese soufflé, roasted garlic pork belly (not theirs), candied apples, and buttery mashed potatoes.
"Eat your fill, mighty wolf. A true connoisseur savors every course," Bacon coaxes, watching as Wolfie devours each plate with gusto.
Wolfie leans back, barely able to move, his jaws slack. Porky discreetly refills his goblet with sweet cider, and Hamlet fans him with a linen napkin. The wolf’s eyes flutter as the warmth and richness of the meal lull him into a deep sleep.
"Such marvelous food... I could eat... forever..." Wolfie mumbles, drifting off amidst the soft clink of dessert spoons.
"It’s our chance," whispers Porky. Together, the three brothers roll Wolfie onto a giant roasting tray, stuffing him with herbs and spices just as he’d demanded for them. The kitchen fills with the savory scent of roasting meat and sizzling fat as the oven glows hot.
"He wanted a feast... now he’ll be the feast," Hamlet says, grinning as the wolf snores peacefully.
"To clever chefs and sweet revenge," Bacon declares, raising his fork. The brothers dig in, savoring their victory and every delicious bite. Outside, birds sing and the sign above the door now glows even brighter, promising diners a meal they’ll never forget.
