Three Little Pigs

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…“This,” he declared to the empty, straw-filled space, his mouth full, “is the life. Quick, easy, and utterly delicious.” He chewed contentedly, the faint rustle of straw around him a soothing lullaby. He was so engrossed in his meal, so utterly pleased with himself and his ingenious, time-saving architectural triumph, that he failed to notice the slight tremor that ran through the floorboards. Nor did he register the almost imperceptible shift in the wind, a subtle whisper that carried a scent far more sinister than bull. For Percival the pig, in his house of straw, was blissfully, and perhaps fatally, unaware.