Some things are hard to remember. Iím trying to think what the hell I was doing before I came up to the shabbiest house I ever seen. It was made out of straws for Chrissake. Straws. Iím not kidding. I got up to get a closer look and around that time I sneezed the biggest sneeze you ever saw. I really did. And wadayaknow the house literally gets blown away. Inside the house there was this little pig. He took one look at me and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. He really did. Oh yeah. I forgot to mention that Iím a wolf. Iím a vegetarian though. I couldnít imagine eating another living thing. Iím sort of yellow like that. But the pig didnít care. No one really cares. I started running after him to apologize for blowing his house down and all.
Anyway, after a while I came upon a house made out of sticks. That really depresses me. First a house out of goddam straws and now a house out of goddam sticks. This pig must be really poor. I came up to the house and I started to apologize when I started to get this urge to sneeze, and so I did. And sure thing, this house gets blown away too. But this time when I looked, I saw two pigs. At first I thought I was seeing doubles but than I figured they were brothers because they looked so alike. They started running again before I could apologize. I followed of course but this time the house was made out of bricks.
This third pig must be rich. I knocked at the door but the three pigs just said in these little phony voices ďNo, no, by the hair of our chinny chin chins, we will not let you in!Ē That just ticked me off. I could tell that these were the type of people that would slam the door at your face when youíre just trying to apologize. After they said that, I sneezed. By then, I thought I was allergic to pigs. I really did.
After that incident, I left that forest forever and never came back. Sometimes itís best to leave bad memories alone and try to forget about it. A couple of days later I came to another forest and met a girl in a red riding hood. But thatís another story and honestly, I donít feel like going into it. Besides, I want to leave bad memories behind remember. Itís funny, but I canít but help but wonder what ever happened to those pigs. Maybe Iíll go visit. Maybe I wonít. All I know is, you just gotta live each day to the fullest otherwise life just wouldnít be worth living.