#the three little pigs

[lowpolyanimals]

Big Bad Wolf from The Three Little Pigs

[araminakilla]

Just one Puss in Boots, two Big Bad Wolves and three Little Pigs casually hanging out in a bar.

[haischaper]

Unfortunately didn’t finish this around TDOV but I still wanted to post it! So happy (very late) TDOV!

[cashew-cow]

i filled out my mechs sketchbook! i had to pick out my favorite pages but i’m proud of the whole thing:)

i’ve been working on it from 09/12/22 to 04/05/23

(click for better quality i promise it looks good)

[whumpster-fire]

The (N+1) Little Pigs

Where N is a comically large number.

From: Fairy Tales To Tell Other People's Children To Get Out Of Being Asked to Babysit In the Future: An Anthology

Once Upon A Time, there were (N+1) little pigs, who lived in a house with their mother. One day, their mother kicked them out to seek their fortunes in the world, because they were unemployed losers who turned their rooms into pigsties.

The First Little Pig saw a farmer selling bales of straw. "Aha!" he thought, "That looks like the perfect material to build a house for the minimum amount of effort!" He told his brothers this. They all looked at him like he was an idiot.

"A straw house is easy to build, but it's also easy to tear down!" said the Third Little Pig. "What if a wolf comes?" He started to show his brother studies about the maximum wind loads of straw houses, but the First Little Pig wasn't listening.

"Wolves are a hoax," said the First Little Pig. He bought the straw anyway, and built a rather ramshackle house.

The Second Little Pig laughed at the first little pig's foolishness, but when he saw a woodcutter selling sticks, he thought: "I want a big house, but I don't want to waste too much time building it. These will be perfect."

The Third Little Pig saw a bricklayer selling bricks, and thought: "These will make the strongest house possible. I'd like to see a wolf break into this!"

Soon, the Big Bad Wolf came along. He saw the houses the pigs had built, and he came up with a plan. He knocked on the door of the First Little Pig's straw house.

"Good Morning," he said to the First Little Pig. "Do you have a moment to talk about our Lord and Savior -"

"Go away, I'm playing Minecraft!" shouted the First Little Pig, and slammed the door in the Big Bad Wolf's face. So the Big Bad Wolf thought of a better plan.

"Hi, I'm installing Rooftop Solar, do you have a moment to talk about -"

"Go away."

So the Big Bad Wolf thought of a better plan.

"We've been trying to reach you concerning your car's extended warranty -"

"Die in a fire, Big Bad Bitch."

So the Big Bad Wolf thought of a better plan. He knocked on the door one more time.

"Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!"

The Big Bad Wolf peered in the window, and decided the hair on the pig's chinny chin chin wasn't much of a threat. It was kind of unimpressive actually. A neckbeard, even.

"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!"

Then the Big Bad Wolf huffed, and puffed, and blew the straw house to pieces, and that was the end of the First Little Pig.

He moved on to the Second Little Pig's house, and repeated the process, only without the several ineffective scams. He went straight to the threats and demands, which is an admirable quality in a villain.

"Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!"

"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!"

Then the Big Bad Wolf huffed, and puffed, and blew the stick house to splinters, and that was the end of the Second Little Pig.

The Third Little Pig watched his brothers' demise from his brick house, and made a smug FaceBook post about inferior construction methods. When he heard a knock on his door, he said without even waiting for the wolf to speak: "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!"

"Uhh, this is your neighbor Bob. I just wanted to check in and see if you're okay, I saw on NextDoor there were two houses blown in by a wolf, and my neighbor Dale said both the victims were pigs, so it seems like there's a pattern."

"Oh. Sorry," said the pig. "Don't worry about me, I've got the strongest house in the whole town!" and he patted the brick walls.

Bob the Neighbor left, and the Big Bad Wolf came along.

"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!"

"Aww, come on, man, you didn't even give me a chance to knock!"

"This story's getting too long."

"Fair. Ahem… I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!"

The Third Little Pig waited smugly in his armchair, waiting for the wolf to tire himself out. But what he didn't realize was that his attic windows had blown in. The Third Little Pig had built his house with a gable style roof for aesthetic reasons, and he had neglected to install hurricane ties as required by building codes in many areas prone to high wind disasters. With wind blowing inside the attic and over the roof, it acted just like a wing! The whole roof lifted off the house and blew away, and without the structural support, even the sturdy brick walls collapsed, crushing the Third Little Pig armchair and all.

The Fourth Little Pig built his house out of stone, with structurally adequate roof design. The wolf huffed and puffed with all his might, but the house just wouldn't budge!

So the Big Bad Wolf waited for the Fourth Little Pig to leave the house. After a few days, this little piggy went to market, when this little piggy should have stayed home. But this little piggy had to buy roast beef, because this little piggy had none. This little piggy saw a familiar shape in the parking lot, and cried WEEE WEEE WEEE WEEE, half of the way home. Not all the way home, because he only got halfway there before the Big Bad Wolf caught him and ate him.

The Fifth Little Pig purchased a 7500 sq ft McMansion in a gated community. But the house soon began to fall apart due to its subpar construction, and the Little Pig lost all his money in the subprime mortage crisis. The bank foreclosed on him, and threw him out in the streets, where the Big Bad Wolf had an easy meal.

The Sixth Little Pig built a sturdy wooden house: not a flimsy stick one, but solid timber framing. The wolf huffed and he puffed, but he could not blow the house in. Instead, he poured gasoline all over the exterior walls of the house and lit a match. The house caught fire, and turned the Sixth Little Pig into fried bacon.

The Seventh Little Pig built another stone house, and a very nice one it was. In fact, it was a castle. But he'd built it on a swamp, so his castle sank into the swamp. So he built another castle. That one sank into the swamp. So he built a third one. That one burned down, fell over, then sank into the swamp, but the fourth one stayed up! And that's what the Seventh Little Pig's son inherited: the strongest castle in all of Pigland. However, when Wolfram the Conqueror invaded in 1066 AD, the Seventh Little Pig's castle proved incapable of withstanding the ferocious assault of the Warwolf Trebuchet. The Seventh Little Pig tried to surrender before the monstrous siege engine was even completed, but the Big Bad Wolf just laughed, and said there was no way he was going to all that effort to build such a large trebuchet and not use it. Soon the castle lay in ruins, and the Noble House of the Seventh Little Pig was broken.

The Eighth Little Pig built his house out of reinforced concrete. "I'd like to see you huff and puff this house down!" he boasted. "And I've got enough supplies in here to last for two years!"

But the Big Bad Wolf knew a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy, and the guy who a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy knew a guy who knew was an armadillo who worked in the demolitions industry. The armadillo set up several very large explosive charges all around the fourth pig's house.

"Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!" said the Big Bad Wolf.

"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!"

The armadillo laughed, and said: "Then Fire In the Hole! I'll blow your house in!"

With an almighty BANG! that stone house went away, And what happened to the pig isn't pleasant to say. The locals claim porkchops and cutlets rained down On Roofs, streets and sidewalks for three blocks around And windows were broken all over the town.

A-hem! Enough rhyming, back to the story.

The Ninth Little Pig didn't build a house at all. He just wasn't into it, man. Building houses meant being part of the system! He crashed on other people's couches and smoked weed all day. One day there was a knock at the door.

"Hey, man! Wanna buy some weed?" asked the Big Bad Wolf, who was wearing a clever disguise: he had a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a t-shirt that said "420." The Ninth Little Pig stared at him through bloodshot eyes. He scratched the hairs on his chinny chin chin. "Sure, man. Totally radical." He let the wolf in. The wolf was planning to eat him, but the smell of weed was so overpowering that he immediately became high, and they talked about metaphysical philosophy for three hours. Sadly for the Ninth Little Pig, after that the wolf got the munchies and ate him. Due to the sheer quantity of The Devil's Lettuce the pig had partaken in, the Big Bad Wolf was tripping balls for several weeks.

The Tenth Little Pig decided to move to a faraway land where there were no wolves and build his house there. On his journey he came to a bridge, where a troll was waitin for passerby.

"Ha ha!" said the troll. "You must pay the troll toll! I will eat you, delicious pig!"

"Wait!" cried the Tenth Little Pig. "My big brother is coming, and he has a house made of sticks! Wouldn't you rather eat him instead?"

"What." Said the Troll, and there was a long, awkward silence. "That doesn't make any sense."

"I think this is the wrong fairy tale," said the pig.

"I agree," said the troll, and ate him, so the Big Bad Wolf lost this round.

Later, the Big Bad Wolf came to a train track, where he saw a speeding trolley heading towards a switch. On the track ahead were five little pigs tied to the train tracks, on the other track was a single little pig. By pulling a lever, the wolf could make the trolley switch to the other track, saving the five little pigs but dooming the single pig. The Big Bad Wolf didn't pull the lever and allowed the five little pigs to be run over, because he was a Big Bad Wolf and killing more pigs was a desirable result for him. The Mad Philosophy Professor who had tied the pigs to the tracks and sabotaged the trolley's brakes lost his funding due to the lack of conclusive results, which just goes to show the importance of sound experiment design.

The Seventeenth Little Pig holed up in his house and refused to leave. The wolf waited and waited, but as he was waiting, he saw a little girl in a red hood wandering through the woods with a picnic basket. The Big Bad Wolf decided to try to eat her instead, but that is a story for another time. The Seventeenth Little Pig seemed safe, but little did he know that a deadly swine flu pandemic was spreading throughout the community.

The Eighteenth Little Pig built a very grand and sturdy house of brick and stone, but it had large windows that were easy to break into. One night, a pack of four Big Bad Wolves broke into his house. "What the Devil?" cried the Eighteenth Little Pig as he grabbed his powdered wig and Kentucky Rifle. He huffed, and he puffed, and he blew a golfball sized hole through the first wolf, shooting him dead on the spot. He drew his pistol on the second wolf, but it missed him entirely because it was smoothbore and nailed the neighbor's dog. He had to resort to the cannon at the top of the stairs loaded with grapeshot. The grapeshot shredded two wolves in the blast, and the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. The Eighteenth Little Pig fixed bayonets and charged the last terrified wolf, who bled out waiting for the police to arrive because triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. "Ah," said the Eighteenth Little Pig, "Just as the Founding Sounder intended."

The Nineteenth Little Pig went to college to become a Marine Biologist. This had many benefits, including living on a research vessel far away from any Big Bad Wolves. Sharks, on the other hand, were a different matter.

The Twentieth Little Pig didn't build a house: he hid in a cave, where he survived on a diet of 10,000 spiders per day and never left. He survived the Big Bad Wolf, but he is an outlier and should not have been counted.

The End

[adventurelandia]

Walt Disney holding a gold medal by The People's Academy of New Movie Magazine for The Three Little Pigs (1933)

[gdenofa-blog]

A new story about an old fairytale involving three partying hogs, a persistent, hungry wolf, and one very sleep-deprived neighbor.

[tourneys-by-me]

Round Two - Aeromancy (wind, air) 7/8

propaganda under the cut (beware of potential spoilers!!)

Windsinger:

No propaganda :(

Big Bad Wolf:

so the specific Big Bad Wolf i assume the og submitter chose is the one with the three pigs of various architectural knowledge. This serves as an object lesson on the use of proper building material, as the three pigs make their houses out of straw, sticks, and bricks respectively, with the brick house being the only one to remain standing by the end. what's notable here is the fact that the Big Bad Wolf is able to demolish the houses of straw and sticks with nothing but a single large breath each. Either he went to that sketchy lung extension guy or he has access to some kind of wind magic.

[adarkrainbow]

Fairytale trivia of the day

“The Three Little Pigs” is an English fairytale, and its oldest version seems to be a Dartmoor tale not about three “little pigs”, but about three “pixies” - yes, the fairies pixies. 

It seems that “pixies” became “pigs” because one of the alternate ways of writing/saying “pixie” is “pigsie”

[thesmartartslibrary]

[floridaboiler]

source - https://www.facebook.com/baconfun

[wdillustration]

Been out of Ideas lately but decided to post in old sketches of Fabbri Publishing's "Once Upon A Time" of 19/51 stories that I made in my own way, here are the issues down below;

#1 Snow White & The Seven Dwarfs

#2 Jack & The Beanstalk

#5 Puss in Boots

#9 Little Red Riding Hood

#13 The Most Incredible Thing

#14 The Wolf & The Seven Kids

#16 The Three Bears

#19 The Enchanted Princess

#20 The Selfish Giant

#21 The Wild Swans

#23 The Brave Tin Soldier

#24 Cinderella

#31 The Happy Prince

#32 The Nutcracker

#33 Hansel & Gretel

#37 The Town Musicians

#39 Rose White & Rose Red

#41 The Three Little Pigs

#44 Pinocchio

Note: If anyone ask why it's not in the right order is because I drew each of them randomly, Hope you Like it!!!

[pussinbootsandbountyhunter]

Big Bad Wolf: I’m gonna huff!

Donald Duck: (screams in fright, hiding the car door while rolling up the window)

Big Bad Wolf: I’m gonna puff!

Daisy Duck: (smiling so loving, waiting for a moment while holding her book)

Big Bad Wolf: And I’m gonna blow the house in!

[haischaper]

Second Line-Up for Twice Before!

Character names/Origins in order:

Brick (The Three Little Pigs), Diamond (Billy Goat Gruff/The Wolf and the Seven young Goats), Gretel (Hansel and Gretel), Jack (Jack and the Beanstalk/Jack and Jill), Vaserella (Cinderella/The Ugly Duckling/The Swan Princess/Vasirila the beautiful)

[whoslink]

There isn't just one of them. No no, there's three.

The three Big Bad Wolves, a trio of three brothers, have been known to be troublemakers at best, killers at worst, and they still are.

The eldest brother and also the leader of the trio, Magnus, attempted to eat Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother years ago, and almost succeeded at that. Almost. The hunter cut him open brutally, but spared his life somehow. Now, the stitch on his stomach and the cloth he grabbed from the grandmother's house are an everliving reminder of his personal vendetta against Rouge, whom he still tries to catch to this day.

Magnus is a strict and stern leader, takes his craft very seriously and thinks with his hands more than he uses his head to do so. He's the one that people fear most. Not because Magnus is the most feral, but the most... brutal in his killings.

The middle child and one half of a set of twins is Septinus, who tried to eat the seven little goats years ago by means of lies and deception. Naturally, he also failed at that, following in his brother's footsteps and being cut open just like him, gaining a similar stitch. He still tries to capture the goats from time to time, not only because he wants to, but also because he wants to be better than his brother.

Septinus is the sly, smart, sophisticated and cunning couselor to his eldest brother's leadership, even though he doesn't bother to follow orders most of the time. He just wants something to eat. Preferably goat.

And finally, there's the other half of the twins, Zephyrinus, the only somewhat successful one. After all, he did manage to eat not one, but two of the little pigs without being cut open in the end. He failed blowing down the last house, and the final pig burned him as he went through the chimney instead, but hey, a win is a win.

Zephyrinus is strong, strong-willed and not afraid to remind his eldest brother that he's been more successful than him. Zephyrinus might just be the most feral one, so watch out if you're made of pig meat.

[spirit-of-the-chaos-gospel]

Dimension20 caption writers my beloved