Over he went to the Three Little Pigs house. They lived in a big brick house on top of the hill in the better part of town. Big Bad thought that he could never afford to live here. Still it was a nice part of town with manicured lawns and lots of roses. The smell of roses was everywhere.

Big Bad Wolf knocked on the door of the Three Little Pigs. He wasn’t sure if anyone was going to reply or if he was just going to be ignored.
“Who’s here?” came the reply.
“It is I. Big Bad Wolf. May I come in please?”

Slowly he door opened. Warily Big Bad Wolf entered. He had only just got inside when something hit him. Darkness descended upon him. When he came to he was tied up and in the fireplace. One of the pigs was getting the fire ready.

“Roast wolf, yummy, yummy, yum.” sang the pigs.

Now Big Bad Wolf was terrified. There was no way he wanted to be roasted and especially not while he was still alive. He wanted to beg for mercy but there was an apple stuck in his mouth. This was a real nightmare.

Just then the front door burst open and the police spilled in. They had followed Big Bad Wolf and thought that the Three Little Pigs needed rescuing. One look told the police all they needed to know. The Three Little Pigs were instantly arrested and Big Bad Wolf was freed.

Now unfortunately the story has come down through time all twisted and wrong. Well, let’s face it, no-one wants to believe that Three Little Pigs could be so rotten and mean and even go to the extent of wanting to eat the wolf.

Hopefully more people will now come to hear the true story and realise that Big Bad Wolf was really a good guy. I can here you ask as to why he was called Big Bad. That was his stage name. He played kithara which was the ancient forerunner of the guitar. He was that good that he had the joint rocking. People used to say, “that wolf is big and bad”

So now you know the true story.






Big Bad Wolf's Kithara