Two pigs, Kathy and Wilbur, holding a box, approached their brother Orville as he was laying out bricks to help build the new school.
Orville looked suspiciously at his siblings. “What’s bacon?”
“Why would you think anything’s bacon?” Wilbur asked.
“I know those faces. I can smell it,” Orville said.
“Well, we have a problem,” Kathy said. “The Wolf has gotten to the brick factory. He’s convinced them that giving pigs bricks is just rebuilding the swamp, and so now pigs are no longer allowed to buy bricks.”
Orville looked at the brick in his hand. “Is the school the thing we want rebuilt? Is that what’s important?”
“No time for your philosophical questions, brother,” Wilbur said, and he pulled the contents out of the box: a wolf mask, a vest and a hat. “We’re going to have you dress up like a wolf and get into that brick factory.”
“What?” Orville squealed. “I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” Kathy said. “You’re very good at getting people to like you.”
Orville stood up. “Yeah, but it’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. We’ve all fallen for that one. No one’s fallen for a pig in wolf’s clothing.”
“You’ll be the first. Anyone listening to the Wolf can surely be fooled enough by a pig pretending to be a wolf,” Kathy said.
“I’ll have to talk differently and act differently,” Orville said.
“Let’s hear your howl,” Wilbur suggested.
Orville took a deep breath and said loudly, “Oink, oink, oink, oink, oink.”
“Okay, don’t howl,” Kathy said. “Just think wolf thoughts.”
Orville thought wolf thoughts for a minute. Wolves are all bluster, no substance. As soon as they meet a stronger wolf, they become a coward. Orville started running. He didn’t go “we, we, we”, but he ran all the way home.