[To Annan, King of the North:
My child, I received your book.
It was a world full of childlike wonder. Thank you for the gift. I especially enjoyed the story of The Three Little Pigs. I admired the third pig's cleverness and the second pig's decisiveness. But the first pig had its merits too. If the Big Bad Wolf had never appeared, it would have saved itself far more effort than the other two.
The first pig merely lacked foresight, and I don't think the story served its purpose as a lesson. So I spent several days devising a new version of The Three Little Pigs:
Once upon a time, three little pigs came to the Wolf-Rumored Grasslands. The first pig said there was no Big Bad Wolf and built a Thatched Hut. The second pig doubted the Big Bad Wolf was all that dangerous and gathered firewood from the Forest to build a Wooden Hut. The third pig feared the Big Bad Wolf, so it built a Stone House from sturdy rocks.
One day, the animals of the Grasslands cried that the wolf was coming. The third pig even spotted the Big Bad Wolf's shadow and ran to warn the other two. The first pig said there was nothing to worry about. Concerned for it, the second pig went near its home one night, only to see the Big Bad Wolf appear and knock down the Thatched Hut. To save itself from being eaten, the first pig said it had two younger brothers and offered to lead the Big Bad Wolf to them.
The second pig couldn't help rushing out to confront the first. The first pig and the Big Bad Wolf spotted it. It barely escaped, but the Big Bad Wolf bit it, leaving it close to death.