Three Little Pigs

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…Reginald took a deep breath. He was almost there. Just the roof tiles and the shutters to go. And then, and only then, would he allow himself a moment of rest. A moment to perhaps enjoy a carrot, or a crisp apple. A moment to truly appreciate the quiet, solid, unyielding strength of his brick house. He hummed his steady tune, the sound a quiet defiance against the looming darkness and the potential for trouble. His house was not just a house; it was a promise. A promise of safety. A promise of resilience. A promise that, no matter what huffed and puffed its way into their lives, some things were simply too strong to be blown away.