Let Me In!

Once upon a time, there were three little wolves. That’s right, I said three little wolves. The three little wolves lived in three little houses. Why didn’t they live in the woods, you ask? Would you want to live in the woods all the time with no roof over your head; no nice, comfy bed; and no television? Well, as you can imagine, neither did the wolves.

The three wolves, unfortunately, didn’t have a lot of money, so buying groceries and fancy clothes was a bit out of their budget, but they had saved up enough money to build their houses. They’d gotten some money from their days of modeling for some fairy-tale books. The author needed to work with wolves that weren’t quite as feral as some other wolves. Anyway, the wolves had taken the money they did have and invested their savings into three homes. The first wolf made his home entirely out of straw. The second wolf made his home entirely out of sticks. The third wolf made his home entirely out of recycled fur. After all, wolves do shed a lot, so there was plenty of fur to be found.

One day, all of the wolves were hanging out in the third wolf’s furry abode when a knock came at the door. It was a soft knock with little noise because it’s hard to make a loud noise when someone’s knocking on fur. But, with their excellent sense of hearing, the wolves realized within minutes that someone was at the door. The third wolf opened the door and found standing on his doorstop a very large pig. The pig was sniffling and crying and attempting to apologize. “I’m so sorry,” he began, “but I have terrible allergies and when I walked by the houses of your two brothers, I sneezed and when I sneezed, their houses collapsed.”

The third wolf invited the distraught pig inside the house where he retold the story to the other two wolves. The other two wolves seemed a little upset, but by the time dinner was over and they had feasted on bacon, they were just fine with the idea of staying with their brother for a while.

So now, as you’ve guessed it, it’s time for the moral of the story—the lesson to be learned from this tale: “The true nature of a beast is hard to change.” Or, then again, maybe it’s “never say no to a free meal.” I think the wolves would agree both are probably true.