The dead little piggy
By: Shrek ._.
Tags: Fairy Tale, Butcher, Slaughter, Murder, Pigs

Once upon a time there were three little pigs. Every single day they came home and saw their mother. She told them they need to work hard if they don’t they will become poor. Not all of them took her advice. Even though they were triplets they were all different. They were all still small but mummy pig knew they were going to get bigger and she wouldn’t be able to feed their mouths anymore.

The first little piggy that was the youngest worked so hard. Everyday when he got back from piggy school he used to study. He was the pinkest of the three and was bullied for being a nerd. And was called names for being ginger and having glasses. He always felt left out. He loved maths and excelled in every subject that he tried. He was also multilingual. He spoke cow and chicken as well. He was so gifted except for his longer.

Then there was the middle piggy he was fattest of all the three he ate everything including his little brothers. Everyday after school he used to go on his pigstation 5. He had the dirtiest of the rooms. He always failed every test he has ever done. He was definitely the least smart. He had a small group of friends that he enjoyed playing online with.

Next was the oldest. He was the coolest of all of them. He wore sunglasses even when it was dark. He wore a leather jacket and everyone adored him. He did alright in school but he tried to be the class clown and his grades dropped as he was too busy messing around. He used to get all the girls. He charmed everyone that saw his smile.

A few years later they got jobs. The youngest got a job as an accountant and he was going to make loads of money. The middle pig got a job at mcdonalds and made barely anything as he never really went to work. The oldest got a job as a teacher where he made a bit of money to live but not close to the youngest.

A month into their jobs there mummy said that she was going to an old piggies home with the money from when she was selling the house. The piggies were homeless and lost their jobs because they do not have an address now. They were all so sad.

The youngest little piggy had new work friends that he could stay with and he got his job back. The older piggy was taken in by grandma cow and was looked after very well. Everyday he ate well. She looked after him and made sure he was happy and was safe.

The middle piggy was not so lucky and was stuck on the street but one day this nice looking man took him into his house and plumped him up even more and he stayed in a pen with the other pigs who told horror stories about the animals that lived in the past. Everyday more pigs came into the pen and more left. Then one day it was his turn he was taken to a dark room. Slash. They cut his throat and he fell to the cold.

THUD. One leg on a plate THUD. Another leg on the plate. THUD. A foot. THUD. Another foot. THUD. THUD. Two legs. THUD. A trotter. THUD. Another trotter. All that was left was the trunk of the piggies body and his pale lifeless snout. He got a spoon and scooped out his eyes. He then sliced the meat of his body and took the organs out.

Turns out he was a butcher and wasn’t wanting to look after a fat pig. If he had friends or was charming he might have had a better life instead of being someone’s bacon sandwich.

The end