THE STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY OF LITTLE PIG’S HOMES.

The first pig was very rude when I asked about possibly doing a inspection of his straw house, and wouldn’t let me in.

“Not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin!” He shouted, even when I showed him my credentials.

Upon huffing and puffing in frustration, the entire house promptly collapsed! No support beams or even a foundation in sight.

The pig ran away when I tried to talk to him, it appears he went into a nearby home made from sticks.

Aside from twine and flimsy twigs, the house has no other elements at all. A second pig was also rude to me when I asked to see if there were internal walls inside.

“Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!”. The same insult. Are these swine related? They laughed at me and I began huffing and puffing in anger.

The stick house fell down as well! I tried to approach them about compensation but they ran again, this time to a beautiful brick house.

I was extra polite this time and tried to explain the situation to the third pig who peered out the window at me.

“Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin, you smelly wolf!”

Another possible relation?

I got annoyed that they only saw me as some dangerous wolf and not a canine of science, and huffed and puffed once more. Luckily this house did not fall to the same fate that the others did.

I still wanted to gain access to get the full story on why only one pig chose to live in a lovely home whilst the others wallowed in sticks and straw.

I climbed onto the roof and began to climb down the chimney -

The pigs set the fire and I barely got out in time.

Now slightly singed and covered in soot, hearing the three little pigs laugh at my misfortune, I really could use a bacon sandwich before turning in my thesis