Three Little Pigs

The room was dark and eerie save for the only source of light which was coming from the open window nearby. As the wind blew in, the dust from the floor danced in the air and slowly fell to the ground again like dead lifeless flies.

There were only five men in the room and one of them was smoking, sitting on a stool, across three other men who were strapped on chairs, their mouths strapped as well.

The wind blew and the man who smoked started talking.

“Ever heard of the story of the three little pigs?”

There was no form of acknowledgement or agreement from any of the three men except for the heavy breathing coming from their noses and the tiny squeaks which emitted from their strapped mouths. The man who smoked continued. His assistant, who stood next to him, looked on at the three strapped men.

“One day, Mother Pig told her three little pigs. ‘Children, you’ve come of age. It’s time to become responsible and fend for yourself for I’ve become old. You should learn the ways of our forefathers have. You’re all grown men now and it’s no use of you three to depend on me.’ She gave them all enough money and instructed them to go to the market to buy bricks and cement to build their own houses.”

The man took a puff of his cigarette. His assistant stood silently watching the three men. He blew the smoke and continued.

“So off the three little pigs went into the woods. The wood was the only way for them to reach the market and it was the shortest route of them all. But they had been cautioned, to be ever aware of the Big Bad Wolf who was lurking in the deep, dark and dense forest.

The first pig meets the wolf and the wolf tells him, ‘If you’re building a sturdy house, I suggest you build it with straws. They’re much cheaper to obtain.’ Silly pig thought for a bit and realised that the wolf had a point. He goes to the market and builds himself a house made out of straw.”

The three strapped men on the chair shifted around in their seats. Their eyes showed fear. But the man who smoked, casually took another puff and continued on his story.

“The second pig’s turn to meet the wolf. The sly wolf tells the pig, ‘If you’re building a strong house, I suggest you build it with match sticks. They’re much easier to obtain.’ Stupid pig thought for a bit and realised the wolf was right. He goes to the market and builds himself a house made out of match sticks.”

There was silence as the man took another puff of his cigarette. His assistant watched over them. The three men shifted in their seats.

As he blew his smoke, he continued, “Now, the third pig meets the wolf. And the wolf tells him, ‘If you’re building a stable house, I suggest you build it with paper. They’re the most strongest material around to obtain.’ My friends, alas, this pig was the wisest. He took the wolf’s suggestions as a consideration but nevertheless went to the market, consulted the people there and got himself bricks and cement and built himself a nice huge strong sturdy house.

The wolf, seizing this opportunity goes to the first pig’s house and cries,

“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”
The little pig realising it was the wolf all this while replies “No, no, by the hair on my chiny chin chin.”
Seizing the moment, the wolf says, “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!”

The wolf blows and lo and behold, the straws flew and he devoured the pig.”

The man again took another puff of his cigarette. The three men strapped in the chair moved about alarmingly. Begging to be let loose. But the man continued.

“The wolf goes to the second pig’s house and he cries,

“Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”
The little pig, too realising this was the wolf all along, cries out, “No, no, by the hair on my chiny chin chin.”
The wolf took charge of the moment and cried, “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!”

The match sticks flew and in the little pig went into the wolf’s stomach.”

The man smiled at the three strapped men. There was a moment of silence as he studied the fear on their faces. He broke the silence and continued,

“And now my friends, when the wolf went to the third pig’s house, he huffed and puffed with all his might, but the house made out of bricks and cement stood firm on the grown. Realising that this little pig was a wise one, the wolf decided to climb the roofs and into the chimney to get to the third wise pig. The pig, realising the wolf was coming in through the chimney, set about a pot of boiling hot water made up of a blazing fire below and in dropped the big bad wolf, dead.”

There was silence except for the screeching sounds that came from the chairs of the three strapped men who were trying to let themselves loose in a frenzy. The man took a puff of his cigarette and then said,

“Now my friends. What do you learn from this story?”

There was silence. The three men tried mumbling something, begging but words came out as muffled groans and moans. The man smiled and continued, “Two things. One, obey whatever your mother says. And two-”

He takes another puff and continues.

“Do not believe everything that people tell you.”

The wind blew from the open window and the dust danced again around the five men. When the dust settled, the man on the stool continued,

“You can consider me as the Big Bad Wolf in this little story of ours. I lied to you. I cheated you. I advertised in my cards ‘Why invest when you can loan money from me?’. I comforted you in saying, ‘Why worry about debts, when I can pay for you?’. I lied to you saying, ‘Why need banks when you have me?’ But you guys screwed up. You took the short cuts. You built your houses with straws and match sticks. You decided to take the loan from me instead of saving your hard earned money”.

He pauses for a moment to study their faces. Their teary eyes begged to be released. They groan and moaned and pleaded. But he didn’t care. He continued, “However, if anything you three little pigs did learn is that, in that story, the Big Bad Wolf dies.”

He takes a last puff, flicks the cigarette and continues,

“But this is my story. And in my story I live and you three little pigs die.”

He gets up, nods at his assistant and walks away, not paying attention to the groans made by the three strapped men. As he closes the door behind him, three gunshot sounds were heard.

The three little pigs are dead.

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