You run, squealing, until you find your friend, Sekund.
Sekund is staring intently at some sticks.
Some very house-like sticks.
You've never seen sticks that look more house-like than these sticks, that Sekund is staring at.
[[Get sticks ->Drop sticks]]
You get the sticks. Great!
However, the house-like sticks don't just look like a house. They also weigh about as much as a house.
Your front trotters are a bit unhappy about carrying the house-like, house-heavy sticks.
Sekund pokes you with one of his sharp pink toes, 'Furst, I think you should drop those. They look like they want to be dropped.'
[[Drop sticks ->House of Sticks]]
[[Hug sticks instead - they just need love ->Annoyed sticks]]
You drop the sticks.
They fall at your feet with a resounding crash, narrowly missing the tips of your lovingly pedicured trotters as well as Sekund's more neglected ones
The sticks then nonchalantly spring up again, and assemble themselves into a very acceptable little stick house.
[[Enter house -> In Stick House]]
You wrap your front trotters around the sticks and squeeze them affectionately.
The sticks start wriggling in seeming annoyance. Maybe they don't like your hugs.
Plus, Sekund is beginning to look distinctly annoyed with you.
[[Drop sticks->House of Sticks]]
Oh look! A pile of straw!
A pile of very house-like straw.
You've never seen straw that looks more house-like than this pile of straw.
Of course, you've also never, before now, seen straw that looks house-like at all.
[[Sniff Straw]]
[[Get Straw]]
You get the pile of Straw! Great!
However, the pile of straw now in your trotters doesn't just smell like a house. It also weighs about as much as a house.
Your front trotters are a bit unhappy about carrying the house-smelling, house-heavy straw.
[[Drop straw->House of straw]]
You stick your snout into the pile of straw and take a deep, glorious sniff...
...
...
...
The straw doesn't smell like straw at all. It does, however, smell like the perfect straw house.
[[Get Straw]]
You drop the pile of straw.
It falls at your feet with a satisfying, 'FLUMPHHH!'
It then proceeds to gamely thatch and twirl itself into an airy, spherical, and very comfortable looking straw house.
[[Enter house->In straw house]]
You stand in the centre of your airy little straw house.
Dust particles dance in the glow of the sunlight that finds its golden way through the straw thatching.
The mud beneath your feet is pleasingly churned, and you're just about to indulge in a well-deserved wallow when...
"LITTLE PIG! LITTLE PIG! LET ME IN!" growls a wolfish voice, from just outside
[[Squeak an indignant reply->Furst: Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin]]
"Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!" you indignantly squeak.
"THEN I'LL HUFF AND I'LL PUFF AND I'LL BLOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN!"
A single, horrifyingly powerful gust of halitosis blows your little straw house into sadly stinking bits.
[[Run away->Sekund little pig]]
Sekund trots in after you, peering around.
You stand in the centre of your rickety little stick house.
Shafts of sunlight fall in seemingly random rays that converge on a small Stick figure. The figure is lean and weathered, and carries a very large stick. It also appears to have a long leaf shred tied about where its eyes should be.
As you move forward to examine the figure more closely...
"LITTLE PIG! LITTLE PIG! LET ME IN!" growls a wolfish voice, from just outside
[[Squeak an indignant reply->Sekund: Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin]]
"Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!" you squeak in an indignant chorus with Sekund.
"THEN I'LL HUFF AND I'LL PUFF AND I'LL BLOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN!"
A single, horrifyingly powerful gust of halitosis blows the little stick house into a hurricane of sadly stinking twig and leaf litter.
[[Run away->Turd little pig]]
You run away squealing with Sekund in tow, until you find your friend, Turd.
Turd is industriously assembling a neurotically stacked mountain of bricks.
Some very house-like bricks.
You've never seen bricks that look more house-like than these bricks, that Turd is assembling.
[[Eat a brick while Turd isn't looking ->Eat brick]]
[[Help Turd with bricks ->Drop bricks]]
You gnaw on the bottom corner of a brick.
It tastes clay-ey and unsatisfying.
Turd turns around and catches sight of you, complete with a brick in your mouth.
"Heeeey! What do you think you're doing?!" Turd snaps, glaring at you.
"Umm... I'm helping!" you say.
[[Ostentatiously place your beslobbered brick beside one of Turd's ->Drop bricks]]
You loudly commandeer a reluctant Sekund into the brick assembly process.
In hardly any time at all, the three of you have put together a very pleasing little one-storey brick house, complete with a large chimney.
Turd strides into the house, puffed up with the pride of just ownership.
[[Follow Turd into the house -> In brick house]]
You follow Turd inside, Sekund in tow.
You stand in the centre of your cosy new brick house.
Beneath the chimney, Turd has somehow constructed a cauldron, made of tiny, cunningly interlocked bricks. He's already filled it with water, which bubbles and boils quite merrily, sending puffs of steam up the chimney.
As the three of you inspect the nice mud floor of the house, left most civilisedly unpaved to facilitate a good wallow...
"LITTLE PIG! LITTLE PIG! LET ME IN!" growls a wolfish voice, from just outside
[[Squeak an indignant reply->Turd: Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin]]
"Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!" you squeak in an indignant chorus with Sekund and Turd.
"THEN I'LL HUFF AND I'LL PUFF AND I'LL BLOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN!"
A single, horrifyingly powerful gust of halitosis washes over your cosy brick house, creating a rather odorous draft from under the sturdy brick door.
But that's about it.
More drafts follow, each fouler than the preceding one before...
...silence?
Perhaps the wolf has given up?
But what's that scrabbling noise? Is it coming from the roof?
What is that wolf doing?
[[Peer up the chimney ->Up the chimney]]
You trot to the chimney and peer upwards into the dim light, careful to avoid burning the delicate skin of your hocks on the furiously boiling brick cauldron.
ACK! Something's coming down the chimney!
[[Get out of the way -> kablooey]]
You dash out of the way with a squeal, bumping up against Sekund and Turd in the process, both of whom have covered their eyes with their front trotters.
A frenzied scrabbling noise emanates from the chimney followed by a deafening... GALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHH-ka-BLOOOOOEEEEY!!!!!
Then silence.
And a most DELICIOUS aroma...
[[Peek out and investigate -> Happily ever after]]
You cautiously uncover your eyes and look around.
The mud floor around the cauldron is now the shade and texture of fondue chocolate, just perfect for wallowing.
But oh! Glorious day! In the cauldron itself, bobbing with mouthwatering serenity, is a large, perfectly braised wolf.
You, Sekund, and Turd do a little victory prance around the cauldron of braised wolf.
And then you all fall to.
HAPPILY EVER AFTER