Once upon a time there were three little pigs and the time came for them to leave home and seek their fortunes. Before they left, their mother told them " Whatever you do, do it the best that you can because that's the way to get along in the world,". The first little pig built his house out of straw because it was the easiest thing to do. The second little pig built his house out of sticks. This was a little bit stronger than a straw house. One night the big bad wolf, who dearly loved to eat fat little piggies, came along and saw the first little pig in his house of straw. He said "Let me in, let me in, little pig or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!' 'Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin,'" said the little pig., but of course the wolf did blow the house in and ate the first little pig. The wolf then came to the house of sticks. "Let me in, let me in little pig or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!' 'Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin,", said the little pig. But the wolf blew that house in too, and ate the second little pig. Then the wolf came to the third house. The third little pig, having taken heed of his mother's advice, had constructed his home out of a far more costly material -- wolf. In horror the wolf screamed, "yo fuck that," and went to bother the old grandmother the next hill over.