He found them in the king's castle, and chased them when nobody was looking. He found them hiding in the haystacks, and he chased them until he lost them amongst the thorny bushes. He found them wandering by the riverbank, and nearly caught them until they jumped in and swam across the river. He found them sitting next to a campfire deep in the forest, and lost them in the gloom.
Boy, after all of this time one would think that a big bad wolf would have better things to do than chase three tasty-looking pigs on a daily basis.
One would think that he was obsessed. But if you ask him, he would say that he chases a certain red-capped little french girl and her granny on the weekends.
To the poor little pigs, it was just another day in their lives. This time, Mr. Big Bad's sidekick, Mr. Weasel, joined in the chase.
"Pork Chops, Pork Skins, Pork Cutlets, Flambe de Pork… Boy, it sure sounds delicious, doesn't it, friend Wolf?" Mr. Weasel asked.
"Yes, friend Weasel!" Mr. Big Bad Wolf replied, "today it will be different, and we will dine well."
"Yes, yes!" Mr. Weasel replied while licking his lips, "I am sure tiring of sour berries and roots."
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