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nce upon a time, there was a mama pig who had three sons. She loved them very much, but she was between jobs and she decided to send them out into the world.
As they had not a place of their own, the brothers decided to build each one a house. After all, everyone has the right to have a place to live. As they were economically disadvantaged, they asked for a mortgage to an ethical bank. They were so polite that they got it with a low financial stake.
They finally built their cosy and charming settlement that suited the environment: three remarkable eight-square-meter villas where restrooms, kitchens and bedrooms shared the same open space. The younger made his house out of straw; the middle erected a wooden construction; the senior built a brick dwelling.
One day, a wolf, a well-known enforcer, arrived at the straw house, where the piglets were having a fat-free lunch.
“Piglets! Let me in!”, he cried.
They didn’t open the door fearing he wanted to claim money. The wolf, annoyed, blew away the house in only one breath. The three managed to run away and hide themselves in the wooden house.
The day after, the wolf arrived at the wooden house.
“Piglets! Let me in!”, he shouted.
They didn’t open the door. The wolf, angered, dismantled the house with his claws, but they managed to hide themselves in the brick house.
The following day, the wolf arrived at the remaining house. “Piglets! Let me in!”, he roared.
This time the senior pig opened the door.
‘Why are you stalking us’, he asked, ‘Do you want to charge us? You, self-centered speciesist!’
The piglet slammed the door at his face. The wolf tried to destroy the house, but he couldn’t. So, he climbed down the chimney with such luck that he ended up into the fire and he got roasted.
Unfortunately, they had to pay for the wolf’s services. They also had to spend some time in correctional facility for involuntary wolfslaughter, but eventually they lived happily emancipated ever after. Amen.
