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Jennifer Kim

Hoyman

English 3AP, Period 1

6 March 2012

The One Little Pig

The earth shook as a flash of lightning struck the ground where the old barn house stood.

The slow squeaks of the hinges cried for help and the gush of the wind tore anything in its path.

And in the midst of it all, an unexpected, miraculous birth was about to happen. But no one knew

the real story.

The poor mother pig lay, yelping in pain as nature took its course. Abandonment, evident

in her tears, left her praying that her piglets would live to see life. Two identical piglets were

born that dayno, there was a third. A third born to drain the remaining life out of his own

mother, leaving a dead silence in its wake.

It was larger than his brothersand the piglets eyes held a black menace of jealousy and

hate for his own blood siblings. From that moment on, the story was never telling of the reality

of the three little pigsbut of that one little pig. And his two dead brothers.

The three piglets were immediately separated by their differences from birth. Without a

mother, the piglets constantly made their own decisions, but it was clearly apparent who was

dominant.

The youngest piglet didnt seem the youngest. Built as black as night and twice as large

as the others, the piglet glared at his brothers with emotionless eyes. For the two older brothers,

fear constantly enveloped their lives, unable to read the thoughts of their black monster of a

brother. But they had no needthe smell of death lie all too near.

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Brother, can you smell that? Only the finest juices of cherries would repel that

malodorous air.

Soon, the pungent odor of rotting pork forced the oldest of the pigs scurrying down the

lane, away from the menace of his youngest brother. He built himself a quaint straw house near

the edge of the woods, hoping to relieve himself in peace. The scent of the cherries was tempting

and the oldest pig couldnt help but savor the bites of that juicy fruit. His brother had been right.

These cherries do smell great.

Then, a soft knock echoed through the room. At midnight, the only soundthe slight

chirp of the grasshoppersdied in fear. The oldest brother carefully opened the door, only to

widen his eyes in fright and disappear into the black of the night, leaving that sweet scent around

him.

Questioning his older brothers disappearance, the second brother decided to hunt for his

missing brother. Relief spread through the second pig as he realized that his younger brother had

not noticed his excuse to leave the stench of decomposing flesh. Seeing as his older brother used

most of the forests straw, the second brother worked and built himself a cabin out of wood.

As he worked, the second brother was reminded of his younger brothers advice: create spears

out of wood to protect himself from the forest creatures. The second brother saw nothing to lose

and heeded the advice, sharpening the stick until it could pierce rubber.

Not too long, darkness approached and the second pig locked his door, tucking his spear

underneath his right arm. A scurrying shuffle was heard on the back porch and curiosity led the

second pig to investigate, with his newly-created weapon. The moment the door swung open, the

second brother was never seen again.

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Losing patience by waiting for his siblings, the youngest brother had finally decided to

make a living on his ownby building his own stone manor. Following the advice he had given

his brothers, the younger brother quickly collected some cherries and created many spears for

protection.

And not a second too soon, a thud was heard on the upstairs bedroom. The younger pig

quickly set up a fireplace and hid behind a sofa. A hairy face emerged from the shadows,

revealing a hideous face with a nose of a dog and eyes of a jaguar. A wolf.

With a delicious aroma wafting in the air, the wolf quickly sniffed out the odor and followed the

trail to the fireplace. Looking inside, the wolfs stomach churned.

There in the warm stone pot were pork chopsenough from about three pigsboiling in

a cherry soup with a wooden stake holding the pot above the fire. The pigs mother and his two

brothersthey werent enough.

And as the wolf turned around, another pair of dark eyes showing hatred took on a glint

that stated it was readyfor its next addition to its meal.