The Un-Anti-Not Very Epic of Considerable Renown
I had great plans for this post - a cross between a traditional trickster tale and Homer's Odyssey, written in iambic pentameter, decorated with runic emblems drawn by real live faerie folk!
Instead, this: the homunculi recently re-scribed the three little pigs for us. I would like to think the difference in the telling cannot merely be ascribed to gender differences.
The miss included an impromptu passage wherein the wolf attempted to gain entry to the brick pig house by means of trickery: I have a pepperoni pizza for Mr. Pig! Didn't work. Boiled wolf. The end.
Then the boy, who apparently also enjoys tales of clever wolves and fiendish pigs, had a go. The pigs would not permit the wolf entry. The wolf had a key, he unlocked the lock, he opened the door! The pigs killed him with screwdrivers - one to the forehead, one to the eye. Goodbye, wolf!