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The Three Little Pigs 🐷

by Joseph Jacobs

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Title: Stupidity cannot be cured with medicine.

Weather: Clear ☀️

After days of my mother's nagging, I was kicked out of the house along with my two deadweight older brothers. Honestly, I knew a day like this would come eventually. It seems even Mother couldn't handle their pathetic level anymore.

Left to fend for themselves, my brothers built houses on the hill without a shred of common sense. One wove straw together, and the other haphazardly slapped wood together; I couldn't help but smirk watching them. Calling those structures 'houses' was an insult to architecture.

Of course, I was different.

I never even intended to make the same mistake as those two. I chose stable terrain at the bottom of the hill and carefully stacked bricks I had gone to great lengths to procure. It took much more time and effort, but the result was clear. If their houses were toys, my house was a fortress. As expected, the difference in intelligence leads to a difference in results.

As night deepened, the sound of a wolf's howl echoed from afar. In an instant, my brothers' faces turned pale. Watching them, I clicked my tongue inwardly. To be that scared by just a single howl.

Before long, a wolf appeared, and just as I predicted, my brothers' houses collapsed pathetically. It wasn't even surprising, as those houses looked like they would fall over before the wolf even exerted any effort.

My brothers fled to my house with tearful faces. It was truly hilarious. They usually acted like big shots, but in the end, desperate for their lives, they came crawling to their smartest youngest brother.

Naturally, the wolf tried to destroy my house too. However, a brick house was not a building he could handle. I responded calmly and eventually succeeded in capturing him.

But looking at him up close, for a brainless predator, his face was quite handsome and his body was worth looking at. At least he was much better to look at than my brothers.

So, I decided to postpone killing him for a while.

He won't be able to escape anyway.

From now on, I think it will be much more enjoyable to ponder how to toy with this wolf. The world is originally ruled by the clever, and the foolish are meant to be used. Fortunately, I am the former, and they are the latter. Of course, this wolf will be no exception.