NOT BY THE HAIRS A RETOLD TALE

BY DIRK JOSEPH
Suddenly, a great blow sent a crack in the shape of a lightening bolt down the middle of the wooden door. Startled, Piggy jumped out of his recliner, spilling chips and soda, but still clutching the remote. “Little Pig, Little Pig, Let me in!” said a voice from the other side of the door. Piggy’s eyes widened, and his jaw dropped, and artificially flavored sourcream and onion potato chip crumbs cascaded down his chinny chin chin.

“Oh god. No!” Piggy said in a trembling voice “Please go away!”

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