This page gives the Wolf's opinion of what happened to the 3 Little Pigs.
Everyone thinks they know the story of the Three Little Pigs and the Big Bad Wolf. Well I am the Wolf and I’m here to tell you that the story you know is untrue. What I’m about to tell you may sound strange, but I can assure you that it’s true. The true story starts out years ago when my identical twin brother was caught terrorizing a little girl in the woods. After the incident, he disappeared and I never saw him again, until 4 days prior to the ‘Big Bad Wolf’ tragedy.
You see, the pigs were my friends. We played cards together every other day for a very long time. The day after my brother mysteriously returned, I went to my regularly scheduled poker game with the pigs. My normal routine was to first stop at the 1st pig’s house, then the 2nd pig’s house, and then we would all walk to the 3rd pig’s brick house. My brother must have followed me that day and seen where each of the 3 pigs lived.
Now, as I previously stated, my brother and I are identical twins and even though the pigs and I have know each other for quite a long time, they would have trouble telling the two of us apart. Even our mother has a problem making a distinction between the two of us. On the 4th day my brother was home, it was again time for me to go play poker. When I left my home, my brother was not around but I thought nothing of it. However, when I was approaching the 1st pig’s house to meet him, what I saw was disturbing. The straw house was in shambles and my brother was chasing the 1st pig toward the house made of sticks. I raced after them but I was too slow. The house of sticks was ruined and I could see the 2 homeless pigs running toward the house of bricks. The three pigs made it inside the brick house safely. While my brother was trying to find a way in the house, he spotted me and disappeared into the forest.
I knocked on the door of the house to see if my three friends were alright but they would not let me in. I tried to tell them that the wolf that had just attacked them was my long-lost identical twin brother but it was no use. They were convinced that I had snapped and attacked them. To this day, over 1 year later, the pigs will not talk to me and still believe I am guilty. This is the true story of the ‘Big Bad Wolf”.