Once upon a time, there were three little pigs, in fact, there were much more than that; there were eighty little pigs; eighty regular, not very special or notable, little pigs. They all lived in the same pen, on the same farm and all ate the same slop. Kenny the farmer and his wife Sharon tended to the little pigs and made sure they were taken care of, fed and happy. One day Kenny became tired of tending to the pigs and wanted to retire, so he decided to sell the little pigs to whoever would buy them.
He sold a great many to Sheriff Richard Lumbo who also had a pork field, and he sold some to Lady Kunelle who, with her husband Regnor, made hand crafted, artisanal, vintage style door handles from pig hooves and jellied pork fat to sell at the fair.
Kenny sold all but three of the little pigs who, as it turned out, were all runts. They could not produce offspring that was viable for a pork farm and their tiny little hooves were just too small to make nice hand crafted, artisanal, vintage style door handles for the discerning home decorator and décor enthusiast.
These three little pigs stayed on that farm and it made Kenny very upset; if he could not sell his pigs then he could not retire. After a few days of mulling over how to rid himself of these tiny little pork puffs, Kenny had finally found a solution.
Kenny got up early and walked out to the pen where the three little pigs were walking about, pooping, eating, and rolling about in the mud.
“Listen up, listen up! Today you three little pigs are gonna make your way off my farm, and I am going to retire and live peacefully!” Kenny said to the three very small and quite aloof piggies.
“First little pig, you’re gonna learn how to shoe a horse and get a job and get off my farm!”
The Farmer led the little pig into the barn where his horses were, and he sat him down on a small stool. “This is where ya do the shoeing, grab that hammer and that shoe and put it on the horse like this.” Kenny showed the little pig how to shoe a horse and talked in great detail about how best to not hurt the horse so he would not cave your face in.
Kenny noticed the pig was walking to the yard during the most important part and so had to reel in the little pig; he did not like it when people ignored him while he was teaching them about horse shoeing.
“First little pig, get back here and pay attention! I am teaching you about the valuable and life enhancing skill of horse shoeing”, but the little pig was just that: a little pig. He did not understand what Kenny was saying to him or why he sounded so loud and obnoxious, so he continued to walk into the yard where he began to eat the slop with the other little pigs. This very blatant act of defiance sent Kenny into a profound rage.
“Little pig, little pig, get your tail back in!” he roared with all the might of an industrial grade combine.
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The little pig continued to eat slop, fart, roll about in the mud, and just generally be the little pig that he was.
“Little pig, little pig, I won’t tell you again!”
The miniature pork pod lied down in the mud and began to sleep. As you can imagine, this did not make Kenny very happy. He walked out into the yard, picked up the small oinker and brought him to The Chop.
Kenny came back out to the yard where the last two piggies were eating slop and farting. Kenny called to the second little pig, “Second little pig, I’m gonna teach you how to bail hay and you’ll start your own farm, leave my farm and then I can retire and live in peace.”
Kenny brought the little pig to the field where there many bales of hay and much that needed to be made into a bale. The second little pig proved to be a much more attentive student, and Kenny was pleased.
“You know, you’re getting the hang of this pretty quickly, might be a real good farmer pig one day!” a big smile spread across his face and he began to be hopeful of the future of this little pig. In reality, the little pig had only jumped up over a stack of hay. The rope caught his curly tail, and when he jumped down the rope fell from his tail and landed right on itself. Kenny exclaimed, “Ha HA! You did it! I knew one of you little porkers would be destined for greatness.”
He and the little pig started a second bale of hay; all was fine until the pig refused to jump over the straw again.
“Little pig, little pig, jump over the straw again.”
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The little pig stood there staring at Kenny, having absolutely no idea what he was saying. Pigs do not speak English, nor do they speak French; they only oink about and look cute. The would-be sausage patty began to walk to the yard to eat slop and roll in mud.
“Little pig, little pig, I won’t tell you again!”
The undersized ham cloud continued to walk to the yard (because Kenny does not speak Swine-tongue) and the farmer became furious. He picked up the little pig and brought him to The Chop as well.
Now the third little pig was a bit smarter than the other two and thus, Kenny was sure he could get bacon-on-legs to leave his farm. He made his way to the pen where he observed the little pig eating slop and oinking.
“Third little pig, I am going to teach you how to cook. Then you can get a job at a nice diner, leave my farm and I can retire in peace.”
The pig seemed to oink in reply; Kenny smiled big and brought the little pig into the kitchen. His wife, Sharon was also in the kitchen preparing dinner for the two of them. She gave her husband a look of confusion, rolled her eyes and ignored the situation, for it was not the first time her husband brought the pigs inside the house.
“Sharon, if ya don’t mind, I’d like to take over preparing dinner, gonna teach this here piggy how ‘da cook!” he said this with so much confidence you could taste it in the air; it was quite a stale flavor.
“Fine by me, but don’t expect that pig to be able to do it, it’s just a pig Kenny.” She set down the utensils she was working with, walked into the living room, and turned on Judge Judy. Kenny propped the little pig on the counter and began to teach it the basics of cooking.
“First we have to crack this egg”, he said, “Now grab that gently with your mouth and follow my example.” Kenny cracked the egg into the bowl and so too did the pig.
“HAHA! Sharon, the little pig cracked an egg!” he ran to the living room, grabbed her up out of the chair, and dragged her to the kitchen. He ran over to the little pig to point at his egg cracking achievement, but slipped on the egg that the little pig cracked onto the ground, fell backward and hit his head upon the windowsill.
The obituary ran in the paper and many people attended his funeral. They all spoke of his delicious mayonnaise and his love for John Deere themed kites. He was only remembered for his mayonnaise, and was otherwise known as a man who had no patience and killed pigs because they cannot do human things.