Author: GHS
Three little pigs named John, Paul, and David were living next to a small river which flows through the highlands of Fantasyland. The three little pig were different in nature which was obvious in the way their houses were built. John’s house was made of stone. Paul’s house was made of sticks and David’s house was made of straw.
They were neighbourly pigs who loved to visit each other. They shared each other’s ups and downs and were always ready to give each other a helping hand when needed. One day the three little pigs were sitting on John’s veranda looking at the stream. John and David were having a joyful conversation while they were rocking in their little rocking chairs. Paul was quiet for he was troubled, something was bothering him.
John noticed Paul’s troubled expression but did not say anything until Paul let go of a long and deep sigh. John looked at Paul and enquires to what is the cause of his distress.
“We have been sitting on our veranda’s most of our lives. If it wasn’t for the wolf who on occasions have caused trouble our live would have been a total waist. I want more” replied Paul.
“What is it that you want” asked John.
“I want to become a farmer” answered Paul.
John and David remained quite contemplating Paul’s desire. After half a minute which felt like an hour for Paul for both John and David did not take their eyes of him while they tried to make sense from Paul’s ambitious needs.
Paul almost made a back flip when both John and David jumped from their chairs and yelled “We also want to be farmers”
When Paul recovered from John and David surprised reaction he realised that inviting his friend to come and farm with him might not be a bad thing because he knew nothing about farming.
Quickly a contract was drawn up on the back of a chocolate box making everybody equal partners in the new partnership.
At this point David looked at John and Paul. “What are we going to farm with” asked David with a frown on his face which stretched from the top of his head halfway down on both sides of his snout.
Paul made a suggestion that they should farm with carrots. David made a quick reply with an even deeper frown. “That’s not a good idea. Carrots are your favourite food and you will eat all the profits”
John followed with a suggestion to farm with cabbage. This time Paul replied. “No that would not be a good idea for cabbages are your favourite food and you would eat all the profit”. All of them knew that it was the truth for they have already smelled the little puffs John made from the two cabbages he ate that morning.
David looked at John and Paul and suggested that they should farm with sheep. “That a great idea” replied both John and Paul in a synchronised voice. All of them knew that farming with sheep has got added benefits in that the nasty wolf has got a preference for sheep over pigs. A little peace and quite from the wolf would be a welcome break.
Soon the value of the partnership is realised. David rushed off to the bank to get a loan to for a farm and a loan for sheep; John rushed off to buy sheep; and Paul rushed off to put in an offer for a farm which came on the market that morning.
Before the end of the week the three little pigs had a fully operational farm. All that remained was to wait for the money to role in. So they waited, and waited, and waited…..
One afternoon they saw the fish tank coach coming in from town. It was Sharky the bank manager. David could see that he was not as friendly as the day he went to him to get the farm loan. “It’s time to repay your loan” Sharky snorted without even trying to greet them. “You are already two payments behind, and if you do not start to repay the loan soon then I will have to confiscate the farm and everything on it, …including the carrots and cabbages in the veggie patch, and what’s that smell? “ Sharky’s eyes roled to John who involuntary let go of another little puff. Sharky’s voice was as sharp as the first row of teeth from behind which the voice is casted.
Sharky turned to his two body guards “let get out of here” he grunted. The two body guards were two big sheep at least three times the size the sheep the little pigs were farming with. John looked at them something doesn’t seem cosier. They have big yellow eyes, big ears, a big mouths, big noses, big hands and they smell like wolf.
The three little pigs started to panic. They were hoping to sell some of the sheep but the protection that the sheep have given them from the wolf has caused the sheep numbers to dwindle to just enough to keep the farm’s day to day operations going. They needed to come up with something and quick before they get the brunt of old Sharky.
It was Paul who suggested that perhaps they should start to shear the sheep to generate extra income. With no time left the three little pigs each rushed of in their own direction to find something to shear the sheep with.
Paul found some scissors and grabbed the first sheep he could get his hands on. It did not take him long to get the sheep to look like a wet chicken.
David got himself a razor and quickly shaved his first sheep poodle style.
John has managed to find proper clippers but had trouble getting control over the sheep. After a short struggle he had the sheep’s head pinned between his feet and the sheep hind legs each protruding over one of his shoulders. The sheep’s tail was nicely tagged in under his nose. The sheep let go of a puff which John immediately recognised as a familiar smell. Immediately he knew who the culprit was who ate his cabbages when he was not looking.
It was at this point that the three little pigs realised that farming was not for them. By the end of the day they have managed to sell all the sheep and the farm.
That night the three little pigs were sitting on David’s veranda enjoying a glass of the finest sour milk they bought with the after tax profit they made from selling the farm to the highest bidder at the farm auction.
Tired from the busy day each one retreated to their own little houses, John to his stone house, Paul to his stick house and David to his straw house.
