In this YouTube reading, the narrator adopts the voice of the Big Bad Wolf to give a tongue‑in‑cheek, first‑person account of the classic Three Little Pigs story. The wolf claims he only visited the pigs’ houses to borrow a cup of sugar for his granny’s birthday cake. He describes eating a ham dinner, then sneezing his way through the straw and stick houses, which collapse and result in the pigs’ deaths—events he portrays as accidental. When he reaches the brick house, the third pig rebuffs him, the police arrive, and the media sensationalize the incident, turning the wolf into the infamous “Big Bad Wolf.” The wolf concludes by insisting he was framed, pleading for a cup of sugar, and urging viewers to like, subscribe, and listen again. The piece blends narrative humor, self‑pity, and a satirical critique of how stories are distorted by the press.
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It seemed like a shame to leave a perfectly good ham dinner lying there in the straw. So I ate it up. Think of it as a big cheeseburger, just lying there. I was feeling a little better, but I still didn't have my cup of sugar, so I went on to the next house. The guy who lived there was First Little Pig's brother. He was a little smarter, but not much. He had built his house of sticks. I rang the bell on the stick house. Nobody answered. I called, Mr. Pig! Mr. Pig! Are you in? He yelled back, Go away, Wolf! You can't come in! I'm shaving the hairs on my chinny chin chin! I just grabbed the doorknob When I felt another sneeze coming on, I huffed and I snuffed and I tried to cover my mouth, but I sneezed a great sneeze. And you're not going to believe it, but this guy's house fell down just like his brother's. When the dust cleared, there was Second Little Pig, dead as a doornail. Wolf's honour. Now you know food will spoil if you just leave it out in the open. So I did the only thing there was to do. I had dinner again. Think of it as a second helping. I was getting awfully full, but my cold was feeling a little better. And I still didn't have that cup of sugar for my dear old Granny's birthday cake. So I went to the next house. This guy was the first and second little pig's brother. He must have been the brains of the family. He had built his house of bricks. I knocked on the brick house. No answer. I called, Mr. Pig! Mr. Pig, are you in? And do you know what that rude little porker answered? Get out of here, Wolf! Don't bother me again! Porker! Pout! Impolite! He probably had a whole sack full of sugar and he wouldn't even give me one little cupful. my sweet old granny's birthday cake. What a pig! I was just about to go home and maybe make a nice birthday card instead of a cake when I felt my cold coming on. I huffed and I snuffed and I sneezed once again. Then the third little pig yelled, and your old granny can sit on a pin! Now, I'm usually a pretty calm fellow, but when somebody talks about my Granny like that, I go a little crazy. When the cop drove up, of course I was trying to break down Little Pig's door, and the whole time I was huffing and puffing and sneezing and making a real Scene. The rest, they say, is history. The news reporters found out about the 2 pigs I had for dinner. They figured a sick guy going to borrow a cup of sugar didn't sound very exciting, so they jazzed up the story with all that huff and puff and blow your house down, and they made me the Big Bad Wolf. That's it. The real story. I was framed. But maybe you would loan me a cup of sugar? Thank you. Hit like, hit subscribe, and listen again and again and again.
