‘I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your city into iddy biddy pieces.’ shouted Wolf.
And all the piggies ran squealing as they fled. Heading for the shelters beneath the city, holding their piglets close and praying they’d survive the night.
They told stories to each other about “piggies that cried wee, wee, wee, all the way home” as they waited for the end to come.
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