I met a man as I passed the field.
“Nice day,” he said.
“Will be…when the sun shines.” And then I thought, while I had his attention. “You’re local?”
“Yea,” he said.
“Last time I passed here there were pigs rooting in this field. What’s happened to them?”
“That,” he said and nodded to the stacked straw-bales. “The wolf huffed and puffed and blew their house down.”
Same field, several years earlier…
crispina kemp 
Clever!
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Thank you, Nan 🙂
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Awww… poor little piggies lost their home!
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In truth, I think they’ve been moved to a different field. Though they could have gone to the brick-built house where the big bad wolf awaits…
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I’m sure they’ve been moved… to safer confines 😉
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Love it! The true story of the three little pigs.
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I’m not going to speculate on where they are now
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I love it! Very clever! My favorite story is “The True Story of the Three Little Pigs”. It’s told from the wolf’s viewpoint.
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Oh, that sounds good. I do like taking a different VP
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Haha!
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Yay! 😊
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😄
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Haha! Kudos on the Three Little Pigs reference
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Thank you. And of course, 3 bales! 😊
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