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                 The Three Big Wolves

     In the peace of the early morning the three wolves came. The now 
nervous pig had never seen the wolves in their current savage state. 
Corky's little, curly pigtail shook out of fear as the wolves approached 
his humble home. Never before had Corky seen the wolves with anger in 
their eyes. He had seen them a couple times before when they were pups. 
Their cute, young playfulness as puppies was a sharp contrast with them 
now, their raised jowls and fangs dangling with hungry saliva. The three 
were getting uncomfortably close to his front door.
     With a shaky hand, Corky closed the blinds with blazing speed, 
considering his stunned system. He sat, then he stood, then he paced, 
then he sat...stood...sat...stood...paced... Then he gathered himself.
    "Maybe they're not coming for me," he thought aloud, not realizing he 
had vocalized it. "Maybe they're not here for me or my house." He smiled 
a little bit with relief at this idea. The calm lasted but a few moments. 
A knock, so solid it rattled the window panes, rang from the door.
     "They are here for me!" Corky told himself. The wolves are here for me.
     "We know you're in there, you damn, little piece of bacon!" the 
three wolves bellowed in complete unison.
     A moment passed.
     The biggest of the three coolly said, "We'll huff and we'll puff and 
we'll blow your house in."
     "And we'll eat you too," one of the two smaller wolves quickly 
added. The third only shook his head in agreement. An unidentifiable 
organ (a liver, perhaps, or a lung, or a heart...) filled its mouth 
hindering all possibilities of speech.
     Corky trembled so violently he thought he might shake his own house 
apart be for the meddling wolves even had a chance. His shaking lessened 
and the sweat that slowly ran down the washboard of his ribs that heaved 
quickly with each beat of his heart started to evaporate. "HEY!" he thought.
His shuddering stopped altogether.
     He stood tall and said, in his own minds ear, "I built this house 
and I built it well." Yes, very well, indeed.
     "You don't have a chance! he yelled in a forceful belief. 
     "Do they?" he whispered so softly it was almost only a thought. Do 
they? He started to tremble again...

Any guesses what this is about?
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