Thursday, May 28, 2009

The story of "The Three Stupid Little Pigs"

Once upon a time in a place called Washington DC, there lived three stupid little pigs.

Pig #1 was the stupidest of the pigs. Anything he said was stupid and Pig #2 and Pig #3 were constantly having to tell him to pull his hoof out of his mouth. Anything he said made Pig #2 and Pig #3 look like morons. But unfortunately Pig #3 had chosen this little pig to be beside him all the way and to take his place if anything were ever to happen to Pig #3. Here is a picture of Pig #1.




Next we have Pig #2. Now while Pig #1 is the stupidest of the three pigs, Pig #2 is the scariest to look at. Don't let her scary looks intimidate you though, she is actually too stupid to be dangerous.... (Or is that "She's soooo stupid, she's dangerous?) Anyway, it's a fairy tale so, whatever... Now Pig #2 also opens her mouth when she shouldn't and Pig #3 is so oblivious to the damage her big mouth lies cost him that he made her the Speaker of the House. Here is a picture of Pig #2. All the left-wing pigs in Washington let her speak for them whether they agree with her or not.



Now meet the ringleader of all the left-wing Washington pigs. He is pig #3. Pig #3 squeals a lot but never really says anything you can believe. He would like everyone to live in one big, happy community pig pen where we would all be taken care of by Farmer Government.

Some of the more intelligent farm animals are very much against this. "Why should we have to live the same way and under the same lowered standards as all the pigs on the farm?" they cried.

We need a leader that won't let the bad Pig #3 lump all the farm animals into the same muddy, smelly group of pigs!


And then along came the big, bad, wolf.... And she huffed and she puffed and she blew Washington down and then she ATE the bad three little pigs. Meet the big bad wolf to whom we should be very, very grateful.......


And Washington and all the other animals lived happily ever after..........

The End.

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