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RUTHLESS REVELATIONS (DAY 16, LETTER R)

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SANGEETHA KAMATH

                           CHAPTER 15

               RUTHLESS REVELATIONS

The Three Little Pigs stood triumphant in the whimsical cottage's living room, surrounded by mismatched furniture and waltzing dust motes. Baconne , Porkinn , and Swinedell grinned at each other, puffing out their chests like gangsters.

Baconne swaggered closer to the makeshift bar. "You know," he said, stroking his shoulder, "the Big Bad Wolf wasn't so bad after all, was he?" His grin split wide, showing a gold-capped tooth.

The pigs snorted, their belly laughs vibrating the chandeliers above. Swinedell poured three tiny glasses of wild truffle liqueur with a theatrical flourish.

"Cheers to us!" he growled, hoisting a glass. "We wanted his posh cottage for ourselves. Wolfie mutt was just defending his pad." His eyes glinted like cheap jewels.

Goldwynn's face paled. She stammered as she whispered, " What do you mean?? Wally Wolf wasn't bad? I don't understand…What did you do to him, you loons ?"

Baconne leaned in, voice dropping to a nasty hiss as he mimed a blade against his throat. "Brawl got messy. Wolf ended up....gone."

The pigs hollered wildly again, but Goldwynn’s stomach was churning into a tight ball. Swinedell slammed a fist on the table. "We the hoodlums! Now we run this joint too!" Baconne said, leaning against a bookshelf.

The other pigs snickered harder. Porkinn poured three more tiny glasses of wild cherry liquor this time.

The pigs clinked glasses, swigging the potent drink.

The pigs exchanged mirthful looks.

Swinedell shrugged. "He shoulda let us have it. Now he's... marsh compost."

Swinedell loomed over her, his face contorting in a snarl. "And a frail imp like you? Out." He jerked his head, and Baconne yanked Goldwynn to her feet by her collar, dragging her toward the door.

Chipper, Hopper, and Dapper sensing their friend's distress, scurried to her aid, their tiny forms a blur as they nipped and clawed at the pigs. But it was too late. They were ruthlessly flung outdoors left to fend for themselves in the dark, unforgiving woods.

The pigs, victorious, slammed the door shut. 

"Hehe, got rid of those pesky critters! Should have boiled a pot of water to make a soup out of them...why didn't we think of that before?" Porkinn jabbed his finger at the door, out of which everyone had just been unceremoniously tossed out.

"There's always a next time..." Swinedell drawled and the he pigs cackled ruthlessly, but this time, it was a shade sinister. 

The cattails shivered tremendously in the marsh.

To Be Continued...

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