Once there were 3 little pigs who lived together in mutual
respect and in harmony with their environment. Using
materials that were indigenous to the area they each built a
beautiful house. One pig built a house of straw, one a house
of sticks, and one a house of dung, clay and creeper vines
shaped into bricks and baked in a small kiln.
When they were finished, the pigs were satisfied with their
work and settled back to live in peace and
self-determination.
But their idyll was soon shattered. One day, along came a
big, bad wolf with expansionist ideas. He saw the pigs and
grew very hungry in both a physical and ideological sense.
When the pigs saw the wolf, they ran into the house of
straw.
The wolf ran up to the house and banged on the door,
shouting, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!" The pigs
shouted back, "Your gunboat tactics hold no fear for pigs
defending their homes and culture."
But the wolf wasn't to be denied what he thought was his
manifest destiny. So he huffed and puffed and blew down the
house of straw. The frightened pigs ran to the house of
sticks, with the wolf in hot pursuit. Where the house had
stood, other wolves bought up the land and started a banana
plantation.
At the house of sticks, the wolf again banged on the door
and shouted, "Little, pigs, little pigs, let me in!" The
pigs shouted back, "Go to hell, you carnivorous,
imperialistic oppressor!"
At this the wolf huffed and puffed and blew down the house
of sticks. The pigs ran to the house of bricks, with the
wolf close at their heels. Where the house of sticks had
stood, other wolves built a time-share condo resort complex
for vacationing wolves, with each unit a fibreglass
reconstruction of the house of sticks, as well as native
curio shops, snorkelling and dolphin shows.
At the house of bricks, the wolf again banged on the door
and shouted, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!" This
time in response, the pigs sang songs of solidarity and
wrote letters of protest to the United Nations.
By now the wolf was getting angry at the pigs' refusal to
see the situation from the carnivore's point of view. So he
huffed and puffed, and huffed and puffed, then grabbed his
chest and fell over dead from a massive heart attack brought
on from eating too many fatty foods.
The three little pigs rejoiced that justice had triumphed
and did a little dance around the corpse of the wolf. Their
next step was to liberate their homeland. They gathered
together a band of other pigs who had been forced off their
lands.
This new brigade of porcinistas attacked the resort complex
with machine-guns and rocket launchers and slaughtered the
cruel wolf oppressors, sending a clear signal to the rest of
the hemisphere not to meddle in their internal affairs.
Then the pigs set up a model socialist democracy with free
education, universal health care and affordable housing for
everyone.
Well it is a fairy tale after all.
Please note: The wolf in this story was a metaphorical
construct. No actual wolves were harmed in the writing of
the story.