The three little pigs led the rest of the town out of the brick estate. Outside, the pigs found piles of sticks. Not only were all of their houses reduced to lumber piles, but so was the town hall, the school and the newspaper office.
“I just never thought that we would have a wolf big enough and bad enough to blow the town down,” Wilbur, the middle little pig, said sadly. “I thought it would all stand.”
“Me too,” the oldest pig, Orville, squealed. “We knew that straw was too easy to blow down, but we established a whole order around sticks.”
The rest of the pigs continued to file out of the brick manor. That the whole town could fit into the brick house was due entirely to the cunning of Kathy, the smartest and youngest of the three little pigs.
“What do we do?” Mayor McPig asked the three siblings as he emerged and saw the devastation within the town.
Orville and Wilbur hung their heads, but Kathy was determined. “We rebuild with bricks. The next time a Wolf comes into town and huffs and puffs, he won’t be able to blow anything down.”
“Won’t that take a lot of time?” Orville asked.
“Won’t it take a lot of resources?” Wilbur squealed.
“Won’t it take a lot of votes?” Mayor McPig sobbed.
“It will take a lot of all of those things,” Kathy replied, “But what choice do we have. There will always be big, blustery wolves. We need to make our institutions and houses strong enough not to be gusted down by them.”
“So what you’re saying is we should all be afraid of the big bad wolf?” Wilbur asked.
“Yes, but we also now know that we can build a bank and a town hall and a newspaper strong enough to withstand the wolf,” Kathy said.
“Then we’ll be able to get back to working on our airplane!” Orville said, and the three little pigs cheered, but the mayor stayed silent. For Mayor McPig did not believe that pigs would ever fly.