Pig One, small and reckless, builds a house of straw, its yellow walls fluttering in the cold breeze. Nearby, Pig Two, sturdy but impatient, stacks sticks and branches, the sharp ends jutting like bones. Pig Three, clever and wary, lays bricks with trembling hooves, eyes darting toward the darkness. The forest seems to breathe as dusk settles, the pigs' homes rising amid the looming threat.
From among the tangled trees, Wolf emerges, towering and gaunt, his fur a patchwork of gray and black. Hunger burns in his yellow eyes as he pads toward Pig One's fragile straw house. The air grows tense, the silence broken only by the wolf's low growl.
Pig One[/@ch_1]'s eyes.]
"Little pig, little pig, let me in,"
"Please, no! Go away!"
With a monstrous breath, the wolf blows the house apart, straw swirling in the air. He lunges, jaws snapping, and devours Pig One whole. The night swallows the screams, leaving only empty silence and crumpled straw.
Wolf[/@ch_4] prowls toward the stick house, his belly now swollen and restless. Shadows flicker along the walls as Pig Two cowers inside.]
"Little pig, little pig, let me in,"
"I won't open the door! You'll eat me!"
The wolf grins, lips curling over jagged teeth. With another violent breath, he shatters the sticks, the splinters flying like daggers. In moments, he devours Pig Two, his hunger only growing, the forest echoing with the sound of crunching bones.
Pig Three[/@ch_3] prepares a trap, setting heavy iron pots and sharpening knives. The wolf approaches, his eyes glazed with hunger and rage.]
"Little pig, little pig, let me in,"
"Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!"
The wolf huffs and puffs, but the bricks hold fast. Frustrated, he claws at the window, only to tumble inside—a snare tightens around his leg, and he crashes into the kitchen, stunned. Pig Three stands above him, triumphant and grinning, as the wolf snarls in terror.
Pig Three[/@ch_3] ties up the wolf, who howls and struggles. The pig stokes the fire under a large cauldron, the aroma of herbs and spices filling the air.]
"You devoured my brothers, but tonight, you’ll be the feast,"
As the wolf pleads and roars, Pig Three carefully pushes him into the pot, sealing the lid. The bubbling stew simmers, the pig humming a cheerful tune. By dawn, the brick house is filled with the savory scent of victory, and Pig Three enjoys his meal, satisfied and safe, while the forest falls silent once more.
