Chapter 3: Proverbs Run In Pairs Paragraph 4: The Three Little Pigs Entry 10 Dear Diary, Once upon a time there were three little pigs and the time came for them to leave their
own homes and try to save the world.
They joined forces with a wolf and declared themselves a democracy, because their
mothers had told them: "Whatever you do, do it the nicest that you can because that's the
way to get along in the world."
The first little pig always made lousy, unsubstantiated arguments because it was the
easiest thing to do.
The second little pig made OKish, logical arguments. These were a little better than the
lousy arguments
The third little pig made great, solid arguments.
Every day the small pretty wolf, who dearly loved to outsmart the little piggies, came
along and talked to the first little pig with his lousy arguments. She said: "Let me win! Let
me win little pig or I'll huff and I'll puff and your arguments will sag in!"
"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin", said the little pig.
But of course the wolf huffed and puffed and the first little pig's arguments sagged in.
The wolf then talked to the second little pig.
"Let me win! Let me win little pig or I'll huff and I'll puff and your arguments will sag in!"
"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin", said the little pig. But the wolf huffed and puffed
and the second little pig's arguments also sagged in.
Then the wolf talked to the third little pig.
"Let me win! Let me win!", cried the wolf.
"Or I'll huff and I'll puff until all your arguments sag in!"
"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin", said the pig.
Well, the wolf huffed and puffed but she could not make those arguments sag in.
But the wolf was a sly young wolf and she tried to make this democracy work to her
advantage by getting the first two little pigs to support her arguments.
The third little pig, however, was a sly old pig and always one step ahead of the wolf.
She'd already have the support of the other two little pigs before the wolf could even try.
So there was nothing for the wolf to do but retreat with her tail between her legs and try
again the next day.
Yea... those have been my only expressions lately. This whole ordeal is so immensely
frustrating! There's always one
freaking pig who manages to build
a freaking house of
stone! And everyone knows wolves
can not blow stones away!
I feel so sorry for the wolf.
Tomorrow I'm reconstituting this household as a tyranny!