The Silly Pigs Guide To Building A Dreamhome
by
Gregg Hart
Once upon a time there were three little pigs. They
were brothers from the once renowned Bits family. One was named Porky
Phat, another Bay Kin, and the oldest, Hammy Davis Jr, named after his father, Hammy
Hagar. All three brothers got along with each other, but each were pretty
set in their ways when it came to certain topics. For example, they all
agreed that it was time to get out of Slopperitaville and move to a much
cleaner, and more piglet friendly neighborhood. Somewhere that
"Those With Shotguns And Hacksaws" did not rule the land.
One day, Hammy saw an ad in the local paper, "The New Pork Times" for some undeveloped land for sale. It didn't take long for him to convince his brothers to move on out of Slopperitaville to a bigger, better and safer place to finally build their dream houses. Besides, who really wants to get their bacon fried in the hot, sizzling sun of Slopperitaville?
Once our three pigs got situated on their new land, they began working on building their new homes. Porky called the beach! "I want to build my house right here, right along the ocean. I can enjoy the sound of the crashing waves all year 'round!"
Hammy shook his head and sighed. "Porky, I told you several times that you really should check out my book called 'The Silly Piggy’s Guide To Dreamhome Building' by Head Cheese. It says not to build your dreamhouse too close to the water and definitely not on the sand. I am not sure that is such a good idea."
Porky, tired of being told what to do by his older, overly-cautious brother snorted back, “Look, Hammy. If I have asked you once, I have asked you 350 times, please stop snouting around in my business. I want to build my house right here, and this is where I am going to build it, so just oink off and mind your own slop pile. I like your book and all, and I have looked through it, I just don’t think it applies to me because it was written for a very specific group of people, and I am no Silly Piggy.”
One day, Hammy saw an ad in the local paper, "The New Pork Times" for some undeveloped land for sale. It didn't take long for him to convince his brothers to move on out of Slopperitaville to a bigger, better and safer place to finally build their dream houses. Besides, who really wants to get their bacon fried in the hot, sizzling sun of Slopperitaville?
Once our three pigs got situated on their new land, they began working on building their new homes. Porky called the beach! "I want to build my house right here, right along the ocean. I can enjoy the sound of the crashing waves all year 'round!"
Hammy shook his head and sighed. "Porky, I told you several times that you really should check out my book called 'The Silly Piggy’s Guide To Dreamhome Building' by Head Cheese. It says not to build your dreamhouse too close to the water and definitely not on the sand. I am not sure that is such a good idea."
Porky, tired of being told what to do by his older, overly-cautious brother snorted back, “Look, Hammy. If I have asked you once, I have asked you 350 times, please stop snouting around in my business. I want to build my house right here, and this is where I am going to build it, so just oink off and mind your own slop pile. I like your book and all, and I have looked through it, I just don’t think it applies to me because it was written for a very specific group of people, and I am no Silly Piggy.”
Dejected, Hammy walked away.
Soon, he came upon his other brother building his dreamhome. Bay’s house was starting to take shape and
was looking very nice, and almost ready to move in. The only real problem, as far as Hammy could
see, was the fact that Bay was using sticks to build his home. Mind you, it looked really nice. It was easy to tell that Bay likely spent a
lot of time finding the perfect sticks, and the perfect branches with the
perfect leaves to make the perfect roof.
There wasn’t a stick less than 3 Hooves long to be found on this house,
and they were all tied with perfect hoof hitch knots.
Anticipating what Hammy was about to say, Bay said, “Hammy,
look. I didn’t build my house near water
or on a beach, but I don’t see why I couldn’t just put branches no my house.
Everybody is doing it. It’s the
trend. The fad. Stick houses are the new Brick houses.”
“Ok,” replied Hammy, “But I hope I don’t have to say ‘I told
you so’ when the first storm comes along!”
Hammy finally went to start on his house. He found a nice solid piece of ground far,
far away from the water and the sand. He
knew it would take a while to build because bricks don’t grow on trees and
can’t simply be found laying about all brick-like on the ground. He knew he was going to have to make molds
and then pour mud into the molds, then allow the sun to bake them for about a
week, but he knew that the trouble would be worth the wait. So, while waiting for the bricks to dry,
Hammy went and got himself a room at the Hogstail Inn.
After a few weeks have passed, the Bit Brothers decided to
have a Corn Pellet BBQ and discuss home improvement ideas. Porky, complete with nice suntan, commented
that he had been really enjoying the weather and had been laying out in the sun
listening to the crashing waves every day, since his house had been built in
just a few short hours.
Bay nodded and said that he is glad that he is getting to
enjoy the sun so much, but as both brothers knew, Bay wasn’t an outdoorsy type
of pig. He had been enjoying the cool
shade of his stick built home.
Hammy, looking more worn out than ever sighed. “I just got
done with my house yesterday. Let me
tell you, it’s been a lot of work, but I followed every rule in my Silly Piggy
book, and I can finally rest with the knowledge of a job well done.” The other brothers just looked at him and
tried conceal their snickering as they had been relaxing for quite some time
now, and their poor older brother was so tired and worn out and for what? Just to say he followed every rule in some
Silly Piggy book? Sure his house was the
most magnificent house of all three, but was it really worth it? If you can’t relax and sit around all day,
what is the point?
Later that night, Porky volunteered to take all the trash with
him because he figured he lived closest the sea, and he could get the trash to
the garbage boat fastest and easiest.
Besides, he liked being “the hero.”
Porky put all the trash out in a bag, waiting for the garbage boat,
which was scheduled to arrive in the morning.
He hoped the animals wouldn’t get into it, but he figured it was only
one night, and he didn’t hear too much animal activity out and about.
Later that night, he heard a soft knocking and a quiet voice
coming from his front door. “Little pig,
little pig, let me in!”
Porky, glad he installed that peep hole in his door, glanced
out and saw a well groomed poodle standing there. “Well hey there, Frenchy, what brings you
around?”
“Well, I couldn’t help but smell the sweet smell of BBQ ham
hoc…I mean…BBQ corn and thought I’d investigate!” replied the poodle, standing
on his hind legs.
“Ah, yes. I’m dreadfully
sorry, the food is all gone, all that you are smelling is the left over
trash. What’s your name anyway?”
“My name is Stan DeVille, but my friends all call me ‘Bub.’ I’ve lived around here for quite a long time,
and would like to have you for dinner sometime!”
Laughing at the overly obvious pun of having someone for
dinner, Porky said, “Oh, dinner sounds fine!
How about tomorrow night?”
“How about…right NOW! Little pig, little pig, LET ME IN!”
Bub exclaimed as he transformed right before Porky’s eyes into a big, nasty
wolf.
Before the little pig could come back with a clever, poetic
reply, Bub continued with “I’ll huff, and I’ll puff…and well…I’m going to
create a tidal wave to knock your house down.
Then, I’m going to have some ham and bean soup.”
Screaming, Porky ran towards the opposite end of his house
to seek shelter, but before he could get there, he saw the night sky as his
house came crashing down around him, swirling in the water. He ran as fast as his little hooves could
carry him through the churning water. Finally, he made it back to dry ground
and continued to run until he came to his brother, Bay’s house. Franticly, he knocked on the door. Bay opened the door as Porky plowed through
screaming at his brother to close the door and lock it as soon as possible.
“Brother, I am starting to think that Head Cheese could have
been right! Maybe I shouldn’t have built
my house so close to the water. There
is this big, nasty wolf that somehow was able to destroy my house. I feel so much safer here since there is no
water nearby!”
“Yes, you will be safe.
I followed a number of rules from the Silly Piggy book. At least, I followed all the ones that seemed
practical to me.”
Knock knock knock.
“Go away, we gave at the office.”
“Pizza Delivery.”
“We don’t want any.”
“Yes, you do!”
“No, we don’t. We
ate.”
“Newspaper Collection.”
“We don’t get the newspaper.”
“Wind Insurance Sales”
“I don’t need any.”
“Yes you do. I’ll
huff, and I’ll puff, and…well..you get the idea. Long story short, I’m going to eat you.”
The wolf huffed and puffed, and while this house seemed to
be sturdier than the last house, it eventually came down. Because there were so many twigs and branches
in the rubble, the wolf couldn’t find the pigs under the mess. Rather than digging through them, he
discovered that this house wasn’t even built on a foundation so he started
digging and eventually found where the pigs were hiding under a bed. The wolf caught Porky in his clutches and
swallowed him up whole.
“Mmmm!” Exclaimed the wolf, “Porky goodness!”
While the wolf was enjoying the fact that he caught a pig,
Bay slipped out underneath, using the hole that the wolf dug to eat his
brother.
He ran as hard as he could to the remaining brother’s house,
yelling ahead, “You were right, you were right…open up, please let me in!”
Hammy, alerted by the sound of his brother’s panicky voice,
opened his door, locking it behind his brother.
Bay ran into the library and found the Silly Piggy book,
frantically flipping through its pages looking for something, anything that
could help them in their situation.
“Ah ha! Hammy, I
think I now realize that Head Cheese was right.
I now know why the rules for building dreamhomes were put in place. I see here in chapter three that he warns
about wolves that want to devour you.
Well guess what…a wolf ate our brother and both of our houses have been
destroyed…I sure hope you followed all of the rules!”
“I sure did! Every
last one of them!”
Knock knock.
Hammy turned on the security monitor installed by the front
door and saw a fluffy white sheep standing there. “Oh, look! A little sheep…how cute.”
“Wait, Hammy…don’t open the door. It says here that wolves like to hide in sheep
clothes. That’s no sheep, I am sure of
it!”
“Get out of here, wolf!
I know your game.”
The wolf, knowing he wasn’t simply going to be able to huff
and puff this house down, decided that he would come back later with
reinforcements.
It had been several weeks since the pigs heard from Stan
DeVille so Hammy suggested that they get to building a new house, following the
rules, for Bay.
About one month later, Bay’s new house was done, complete
with backyard BBQ, a deck, a pool and all the latest security technology
available.
They decided to celebrate and have a party at the new place. Later that night, Bay heard a beeping sound
from the security room. “What is that,
Hammy?”
“Oh, that’s your proximity alarm. Quick, get in the house and lock all the
doors!” They both did so.
“Little pig, little pig let me in!”
“Not by the hair of my front leg!” shouted Bay. Hammy looked at him strange, thinking that
there could have been a better come back, but not worrying to much about it as
it wasn’t really important now.
“Well, this time I brought friends, and they are all going
to huff and puff and stuff.”
Of course, they all huffed, puffed, and stuff like
that. The house stood strong.
Stan, being clever as ever, mentioned, “Ok boys, start
digging! Sure we can go under!”
They dug to their heart’s content, never finding a weak spot
in the foundation.
“Ok, boys, let’s regroup!”
Suddenly, the pigs heard a sound that reminded them of
“Those That Carry Shotguns And Hacksaws” followed shortly by whimpering and
scampering.
“Run, there is no use trying to get in here, boys. Let’s go find someone not as prepared for
attack!”
Hammy, wondering what happened, look at the security monitor
and couldn’t believe his eyes. For
there, standing at his doorway was Head Cheese himself and he was carrying a
shotgun. He knocked upon the door.
Hammy quickly ran to open the door for Head Cheese, still
not able to believe his eyes.
“Excuse me, does Bay Kin Bits live at this address?”
“Um…yes…that’s me.” Bay said, meekly from behind a couch on
the opposite side of the room.
“Well, I wanted to let you know that if you choose to accept
my free gift, you can live with me forever in a house free from all animals,
storms and whatever else could come your way.”
“Um…ok…how did you hear about me though? I never signed up for anything?”
“No, you never did sign up for anything, but your brother
Hammy has been writing to me for the past few years now. I have tried to get your attention many other
times, but you never saw me. I thought I
would try knocking just one more time.”
Head Cheese stood there smiling at Bay, and Bay had never seen anyone so
wonderful, and so glorious in his life.
He accepted the free gift and lived forever in Pig-sty with Head Cheese
and many other pigs that accepted the free gift. He was thankful that his brother got that
silly “Silly Piggy” book after all.
