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THE BIG BAD WOLF( DAY 17, LETTER T)

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SANGEETHA KAMATH

                          CHAPTER 16

                   THE BIG BAD WOLF 

The pigs snarled like proper rascals, fixing their cold steely eyes on the Wolf's cottage.

How dare he refuse to part with his cottage! When the pigs demand, it's given to them---no questions asked!

Porkinn limped, Baconne was soggy, Swinedell rubbed a sore bump on his head, but they were far from defeated.

Swinedell snorted, a crooked grin spreading across his face. "Wolf thinks 'e's posh, don't 'e? "

Baconne sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring. "We want the cottage!” He growled.

Porkinn cracked his fingers, his sly glance darting about. 

The pigs crept towards the back door, their footsteps silent on the soft grass. They spotted the Wolf through the kitchen window, stirring a pot of steaming stew for dinner.

They kicked the door in, the wood splintering jaggedly. The latch gave in. 

"Ooh, spot o' tea?" Porkinn simpered, his voice dripping with false sweetness.

The Wolf stood rooted, clutching his paws together. He sensed critical trouble, but it was too late. The three pigs closed in, their eyes gleaming with malice.

Swinedell shoved the Wolf with all his might. The old Wolf, losing his footing, tried to get a hold on Swinedell’s overalls to steady himself. Swinedell kicked the Wolf so hard that his spectacles went flying into the air and the poor shocked Wolf into the bubbling stewpot.

The pigs’ rakish guffaws echoed through the cottage, as Baconne peered into the pot, smirking.

Porkinn stirred the stew, the spoon clanging against the metal, as the Wolf's desperate shrieks faded away as his paws slipped below the surface.

Swinedell slammed a fist on the table, making' the cups rattle. "WE run Wolf's cottage now! "

The pigs danced in a circle around the kitchen, their high pitched jarring oinks mingling with the gurgling stew. The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with the weight of the Wolf's macabre end….

As the cottage sighed and mourned this brutality, the night swallowed the Wolf's last howl and in the darkness, the woods rattled, as if the trees themselves wept...

The moon crouched behind a thick curtain of dark clouds as they blotted out the night sky.

To Be Continued...

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This post is part of the Blogchatter A2Z Challenge 2026.

https://www.theblogchatter.com/blogrolls/the-big-bad-wolf-day-17-letter-t



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