a story I wrote for class. (tw: kind of d3pressing.)

The Stick Pig My name is McStinker. I am the middle pig. My name is McStinker because my parents didn’t love me. And I was so stupid as to make my house out of sticks. But here’s the whole story about how it got to that point: I was just strolling along my way trying to act normal amongst the other animals, failing however. I was super short and really ugly. Everyone threw tomatoes at me, but that was normal. I wanted to get some sticks for a fire so I can cook up some of my fruits and vegetables for supper. I went to the stick-dealing fox, and asked for some sticks. I was distracted however, by a fair lady-pig, and as I was giving the fox my money, I gave him a few too many shillings and he handed me an entire cart full! I tried to ask for a refund, but the fox scurried away. How embarrassing. Just my luck. The lady-pig pointed and laughed at me, as did the entire market. As I was pulling my cart full of sticks home, I thought that the tomatoes thrown at me would make a nice soup. When I took one off my head, I realized they were rotten. Great. I suppose my brothers will call me the rotten stick brother and have a big hearty laugh. When I had gotten home, it had been demolished by the townsfolk! So I had the brilliant idea to rebuild my house out of sticks. Surely that wouldn’t have gone wrong! So I built it, it took a couple of hours, but then when i was finished, my supper was rotten and I had used up all of the sticks! How foolish! Suddenly my youngest brother had scurried to me frantically. “Dear brother! I need your help! The wolf had blown my house down!” he cried. “Brother, how did your house get blown down? It had been made of oak logs!” “The townsfolk had despised me so, that they had replaced my house with bales of hay!” He held his face in his hooves. Poor brother, dost the townsfolk have a vendetta against us? “Brother, I hear your cries! You may stay at my abode. Surely the wolf won’t get us here.” I said. He had stopped his pouting and looked at my house and laughed. “Surely you jest, brother! A house of sticks? How absurd! You really expect the wolf to not blow this one down as well? You fool!” he tittered. “There's no point in laughing brother! I can see the wolf coming for us now! Come in, at once!” I exclaimed. He huffed as he came inside, clearly not wanting to be seen in such a gaudy looking house. He was quite spoiled when we were younger, so obviously, he expects the best. Our parents even built his house! The wolf came to our house and knocked. “Oh, little piggies! Let me in!” he cooed in a sing-song voice. My brother exclaimed, “not by the hairs of my chinny-chin-chin! You may take my brother instead!” I hung my head in shame. Am I really so useless as to have my brother have me eaten? Surely he must be joking! The wolf huffed and puffed and blew my house down. Just as he was about to gobble us up, we ran to our oldest brother’s house. Of course his house wasn’t touched. He was favored by the village, smart, charismatic, and had the lady-pigs falling over his hooves. We knocked on his door, “Oh, brother, oh brother! Let us in! The wolf is hungry, and he wants to eat us! Please help us!” He came to the door, and let my brother in. He held his hoof up at me. “No, brother, you may not come in. The wolf is hungry, and you’re fit to be spared. You’re useless and unwanted. The wolf will be sufficed by you. He’ll spare us. You will sit outside and wait for the wolf to come. He will eat you and leave us alone. We contribute to society, you don’t. Goodbye, brother.” He slammed the door. I fell to my knees and held my face in my hooves and cried, reality hit me like a wave. I really am useless. I’m better off as a meal for a hungry wolf. When i saw the wolf run up to the house, I looked at him and accepted my fate. My brother was right. He left them alone. I sufficed. The end.