When I was little, my brothers and sisters and I spent many hours with my grandfather. He was a great storyteller and we children would sit at his feet, quiet as mice and listen to his amazing stories.
One of my favorites was the story of the Three Little Pigs and the Big Bad Wolf. Once we asked him, why didn’t the wolf like the three little pigs? So he told us how it happened:
A long time ago, when the trees were taller, the flowers smelt sweeter and you could run all day through knee high grass, the animals could still understand each other and the three little pigs and the wolf were good friends. They played together peacefully and had a blast.
They played hide and seek and organized races and other competitions. They hopped over small streams and jumped over large stones to see who could jump the highest and furthest.
But after a while the pigs got a bit tired of it because the Wolf won every time – he was faster and could jump higher and farther than them. And as if that wasn’t bad enough every time he won he made a huge song and dance about it and poked fun at the pigs with their short little legs.
So the pigs decided enough was enough and they were going to get their own back on the wolf this time. They invited him to dinner and served him a big steaming plate of rotten food. The pigs sat at the table smiling sweetly and waited for the wolf to begin eating.
“Aren’t you guys going to eat anything?” asked the Wolf a little surprised.
“Oh, we’ve already eaten and aren’t very hungry now,” they replied and giggled.
As the wolf was very hungry (as usual), he thought no more of it and gobbled down the whole lot in two seconds flat. Not long after, he started to feel a bit green about the gills. His stomach groaned and gurgled and he moaned and slavered.
Then the wolf was furious. He jumped up and tried to catch the piglets. But just when he caught one of them he was so ill that he couldn’t stop coughing and gagging.
He coughed so hard that the whole house collapsed and everything was wrecked. The pigs ran away and went back to live with their mother for a while – and here the story of Joseph Jacobs begins: The three little pigs
After that I felt a bit more sympathy for the big bad wolf and saw the little pigs in quite a different light. I believe that my grandfather wanted to tell us children that things are not always as they seem at first glance.
It just might be that underneath something bad you can find something good, and vice versa – but that’s another story.
The piggies are also very nice as a little present. You can give them away in their own little house. The instructions for the houses are here:
House for the standing piggy: House 1