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The Three Little Pigs
The Story of the Three Little Pigs
A New Fairy Tale
Told here by Al Lewis
Originally told by Prof. Clifford Black
Once upon a time, right now as a matter of fact, three (3) little pigs, whose names happen to be Needmo, Kneepo and Doomo had an interesting string of events happen to them. This is that story.
Doomo who is a very smart and industrious fellow had quite the childhood. At school, he was always in the library, reading science and technology books, or investigating the encyclopedia, and other reference books. He even studied the dictionary as if it were the most important book in the world, and in fact, read and copied it from cover to cover.
His brother, Needmo, had quit school early, having learned only the fundamental rudiments of reading and writing. Basically, Needmo was limited to just having the ability to call words, (which he believed to be the act of reading) and if you asked him to spell and give you the definitions of simple words like axiomatic or trinitrotoluene, not only could he not spell these words he wouldn’t even bother to try to look them up. He would guess at the meanings and of course, was, always incorrect.
He truly enjoyed living off of the welfare and efforts of Doomo, his very intelligent brother.
Lastly, there was Kneepo, a pitiful excuse of a pig. He never learned to read (at all), was lazy, slept most of the day and only got up to rummage and steal from his brother or other animals in the village.
Well the three little pigs, all, had built themselves homes. Of course, Kneepo built his little domain out of straw, the quickest way with the least effort. It was not very strong, leaked water and he constantly had to scrounge for rags and tin and cast- offs to stuff the roof and to keep it somewhat warm.
Needmo built his place out of branches and limbs that he had found and had lashed together. It did offer a little bit of protection, but he had some of the same problems as Kneepo. So many leaks and openings, obviously not very secure surroundings. Secretly, both brothers envied Do-mo but openly made fun of his fastidious and thorough nature. They would often be overheard joking about how crazy Doomo was because he was busy working on his house all of the time.
Now Doomo built his house out of brick and mortar and he reinforced it with cider blocks and had steel shutters that worked. Delivery trucks were constantly delivering crates and boxes of unnamed items and no one knew what they contained, but when he was finished his house stood tall and secure from just about anything.
At the time there lived in the forest a wolf, a really big bad wolf that knew how to hunt and hunt well and was really good at it. He had tremendous lungs and howled all the time. As you know, one of a wolf’s favorite meals is a succulent pig, boy do they love baby backs.
So one day the big bad wolf happened upon Kneepo out under a tree taking a snooze and as he was about to creep him, Kneepo sensed danger and scurried to his house of straw and this is where the story gets interesting. “Little piggy let me in”, the wolf said. “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin”, Kneepo responded. So the wolf huffed and he puffed and he blew Kneepo’s pitiful excuse of a dwelling down.
Kneepo, of course hauled ass to Needmo’s house of wood and of course the big bad wolf followed him because all smart wolves, and he was a smart wolf, knew two pigs are better than one. Wolf arrives and starts his same request or demand, “Little pigs, little pigs let me in! He of course got the same answer, “Not by the hairs of our chinny chin chins” and as the story goes, the wolf huffed, and he puffed and he blew, a little harder this time, until the house of wood became just a pile of rubble.
So both pigs ran like Wilma Rudolph getting to their brother Doomo’s house. They knocked on the door and shouted, “Doo-mo, please, open up let and us in!” Doomo, as brothers often do, sighed and wondered what these two were up to today. He knew they laughed at him and envied him and used him and quite frankly, he was tired of it. And yet, he let them in, but only into the outer hallway.
“What is it this time”, he asked his wild eyed breathless siblings, and they told him the wolf was on their asses and how he had blown their homes down. “O Lawd, help us” they begged”, pigs are good at begging, especially when they are scared and need something. No laughing this time, they were very sincere. And they knew their brother was going to help them as he always did.
All of a sudden, “BAM, BAM, BAM”! It was the wolf. “Open this goddamn door or I'm blowing it off the hinges and eating all of your porky pig looking asses.” Doomo looked at his brothers and said, “Why did you bring this trouble to me”, they just looked real pathetic and whimpered. So Doomo shouted to the wolf, “Hold on I’m coming out to parlay!” Parlay?? The wolf thought. Just who in hell does he think he is?
Anyway, Doomo went to his closet and strapped on a 1911 .45 ACP in a Galco shoulder holster, the most effective handgun in the world. With a center mass hit it has 100% stop-ability. He opens the door and the wolf sees him and he sees that big ass gun in his hand. “Look” said Doomo, “We both have a problem, you’re hungry and I’m more than tired of these trifling ass pigs leeching off of me so I tell you what.” “You are telling me” bellowed the wolf. “You got it twisted homey I'm the bad SOB in these parts, your worst nightmare and I think I can take you before you fire a round from that pistol.”
Doomo looked unperturbed and unconcerned and then he opened his other hand and in it he had a remote control and he pressed a button on the device and some marvelous things started to happen. On the four corners of his roof, automatic electric Machine Guns rose up and positioned themselves. These weapons were capable of firing six thousand rounds per minute, laying down one bullet per square inch, on a land mass the size of a football field, with laser guided accuracy. On top of the roof he had an automatic .50 cal Barret sniper rifle aimed by a DNA recognition system and Doomo was now holding a wolf hair, between his thumb and forefinger. He said, “I have been saving this just in case you might decide to one day come this way”. The big bad wolf then said, after second thoughts, that he was ready to talk.
They huddled up and the parlay started. Kneepo and Needmo were peeping and wondering what trickery their brother was up to with this big bad wolf. They wanted to know exactly how he was going to fool the wolf into not eating them. The meeting abruptly ended. To the astonishment and horror of his brothers, Doomo and the wolf walked in together. They had napkins and charcoal and plates and knives and they then slowly roasted both Kneepo and Needmo. They made kool-aid and cold slaw to go along with their meal.
Afterwards the wolf said, ‘Well that was good and I want to thank you” and Doomo said, “No need to thank me, as a matter of fact, I want to thank you”. ‘You see I was tired of those two lame asses dragging me down, so thank you again and by the way....... see ya.” “See me?” wolf said, “But why, I thought this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship?”
Doomo then uttered these famous words that are being written and talked about by just about everybody. He said, “Look, you are a wolf and by nature wolves eat pigs, but I’m not your ordinary pig. I am an extra-ordinary being”. Those two things we ate were not my brothers, oh we came from the same mother all right, but true brothers would never behave in that fashion and they never treated me with any degree of respect, so I ate their asses just like I’m about to eat your ass if you don’t break camp and leave me alone.
With that said; he trained that .45 on wolf and slapped him up side the head and fired off a round as he did so. He wanted wolf to know he meant business and he did.
Wolf was knocked silly and senseless, dazed, he found himself on his knees. He struggled to stand on his feet, and now found himself more frightened than he’d ever been in his life. Wolf was even more astonished to see Doomo at the barbeque pit adding more charcoal to the fire. “What are you doing now?” he yelled. To which Doomo replied, “Getting ready to prepare tomorrow’s lunch and I bet you can’t guess who and what I'm having”
Well ole bad wolf forced himself up to his feet and staggered out of Doomo's house and broke into a full sprint, Jesse Owens would have been astounded at his speed, and he was never to be seen in those parts again. Doomo fetched himself a tooth pick, lay back and sipped some cool lemonade and thought, “what a wonderful world.” And, as the story goes, he lived happily ever after.
The moral of this story is, in the future lazy pigs will be dinner.
What do you think?
Copyright RPT
Clifford Black
Al Lewis
2009
A New Fairy Tale
Told here by Al Lewis
Originally told by Prof. Clifford Black
Once upon a time, right now as a matter of fact, three (3) little pigs, whose names happen to be Needmo, Kneepo and Doomo had an interesting string of events happen to them. This is that story.
Doomo who is a very smart and industrious fellow had quite the childhood. At school, he was always in the library, reading science and technology books, or investigating the encyclopedia, and other reference books. He even studied the dictionary as if it were the most important book in the world, and in fact, read and copied it from cover to cover.
His brother, Needmo, had quit school early, having learned only the fundamental rudiments of reading and writing. Basically, Needmo was limited to just having the ability to call words, (which he believed to be the act of reading) and if you asked him to spell and give you the definitions of simple words like axiomatic or trinitrotoluene, not only could he not spell these words he wouldn’t even bother to try to look them up. He would guess at the meanings and of course, was, always incorrect.
He truly enjoyed living off of the welfare and efforts of Doomo, his very intelligent brother.
Lastly, there was Kneepo, a pitiful excuse of a pig. He never learned to read (at all), was lazy, slept most of the day and only got up to rummage and steal from his brother or other animals in the village.
Well the three little pigs, all, had built themselves homes. Of course, Kneepo built his little domain out of straw, the quickest way with the least effort. It was not very strong, leaked water and he constantly had to scrounge for rags and tin and cast- offs to stuff the roof and to keep it somewhat warm.
Needmo built his place out of branches and limbs that he had found and had lashed together. It did offer a little bit of protection, but he had some of the same problems as Kneepo. So many leaks and openings, obviously not very secure surroundings. Secretly, both brothers envied Do-mo but openly made fun of his fastidious and thorough nature. They would often be overheard joking about how crazy Doomo was because he was busy working on his house all of the time.
Now Doomo built his house out of brick and mortar and he reinforced it with cider blocks and had steel shutters that worked. Delivery trucks were constantly delivering crates and boxes of unnamed items and no one knew what they contained, but when he was finished his house stood tall and secure from just about anything.
At the time there lived in the forest a wolf, a really big bad wolf that knew how to hunt and hunt well and was really good at it. He had tremendous lungs and howled all the time. As you know, one of a wolf’s favorite meals is a succulent pig, boy do they love baby backs.
So one day the big bad wolf happened upon Kneepo out under a tree taking a snooze and as he was about to creep him, Kneepo sensed danger and scurried to his house of straw and this is where the story gets interesting. “Little piggy let me in”, the wolf said. “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin”, Kneepo responded. So the wolf huffed and he puffed and he blew Kneepo’s pitiful excuse of a dwelling down.
Kneepo, of course hauled ass to Needmo’s house of wood and of course the big bad wolf followed him because all smart wolves, and he was a smart wolf, knew two pigs are better than one. Wolf arrives and starts his same request or demand, “Little pigs, little pigs let me in! He of course got the same answer, “Not by the hairs of our chinny chin chins” and as the story goes, the wolf huffed, and he puffed and he blew, a little harder this time, until the house of wood became just a pile of rubble.
So both pigs ran like Wilma Rudolph getting to their brother Doomo’s house. They knocked on the door and shouted, “Doo-mo, please, open up let and us in!” Doomo, as brothers often do, sighed and wondered what these two were up to today. He knew they laughed at him and envied him and used him and quite frankly, he was tired of it. And yet, he let them in, but only into the outer hallway.
“What is it this time”, he asked his wild eyed breathless siblings, and they told him the wolf was on their asses and how he had blown their homes down. “O Lawd, help us” they begged”, pigs are good at begging, especially when they are scared and need something. No laughing this time, they were very sincere. And they knew their brother was going to help them as he always did.
All of a sudden, “BAM, BAM, BAM”! It was the wolf. “Open this goddamn door or I'm blowing it off the hinges and eating all of your porky pig looking asses.” Doomo looked at his brothers and said, “Why did you bring this trouble to me”, they just looked real pathetic and whimpered. So Doomo shouted to the wolf, “Hold on I’m coming out to parlay!” Parlay?? The wolf thought. Just who in hell does he think he is?
Anyway, Doomo went to his closet and strapped on a 1911 .45 ACP in a Galco shoulder holster, the most effective handgun in the world. With a center mass hit it has 100% stop-ability. He opens the door and the wolf sees him and he sees that big ass gun in his hand. “Look” said Doomo, “We both have a problem, you’re hungry and I’m more than tired of these trifling ass pigs leeching off of me so I tell you what.” “You are telling me” bellowed the wolf. “You got it twisted homey I'm the bad SOB in these parts, your worst nightmare and I think I can take you before you fire a round from that pistol.”
Doomo looked unperturbed and unconcerned and then he opened his other hand and in it he had a remote control and he pressed a button on the device and some marvelous things started to happen. On the four corners of his roof, automatic electric Machine Guns rose up and positioned themselves. These weapons were capable of firing six thousand rounds per minute, laying down one bullet per square inch, on a land mass the size of a football field, with laser guided accuracy. On top of the roof he had an automatic .50 cal Barret sniper rifle aimed by a DNA recognition system and Doomo was now holding a wolf hair, between his thumb and forefinger. He said, “I have been saving this just in case you might decide to one day come this way”. The big bad wolf then said, after second thoughts, that he was ready to talk.
They huddled up and the parlay started. Kneepo and Needmo were peeping and wondering what trickery their brother was up to with this big bad wolf. They wanted to know exactly how he was going to fool the wolf into not eating them. The meeting abruptly ended. To the astonishment and horror of his brothers, Doomo and the wolf walked in together. They had napkins and charcoal and plates and knives and they then slowly roasted both Kneepo and Needmo. They made kool-aid and cold slaw to go along with their meal.
Afterwards the wolf said, ‘Well that was good and I want to thank you” and Doomo said, “No need to thank me, as a matter of fact, I want to thank you”. ‘You see I was tired of those two lame asses dragging me down, so thank you again and by the way....... see ya.” “See me?” wolf said, “But why, I thought this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship?”
Doomo then uttered these famous words that are being written and talked about by just about everybody. He said, “Look, you are a wolf and by nature wolves eat pigs, but I’m not your ordinary pig. I am an extra-ordinary being”. Those two things we ate were not my brothers, oh we came from the same mother all right, but true brothers would never behave in that fashion and they never treated me with any degree of respect, so I ate their asses just like I’m about to eat your ass if you don’t break camp and leave me alone.
With that said; he trained that .45 on wolf and slapped him up side the head and fired off a round as he did so. He wanted wolf to know he meant business and he did.
Wolf was knocked silly and senseless, dazed, he found himself on his knees. He struggled to stand on his feet, and now found himself more frightened than he’d ever been in his life. Wolf was even more astonished to see Doomo at the barbeque pit adding more charcoal to the fire. “What are you doing now?” he yelled. To which Doomo replied, “Getting ready to prepare tomorrow’s lunch and I bet you can’t guess who and what I'm having”
Well ole bad wolf forced himself up to his feet and staggered out of Doomo's house and broke into a full sprint, Jesse Owens would have been astounded at his speed, and he was never to be seen in those parts again. Doomo fetched himself a tooth pick, lay back and sipped some cool lemonade and thought, “what a wonderful world.” And, as the story goes, he lived happily ever after.
The moral of this story is, in the future lazy pigs will be dinner.
What do you think?
Copyright RPT
Clifford Black
Al Lewis
2009
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Comment by Adisa on September 25, 2012 at 4:09pm
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This story reminds me of a scenario my father presented to me. The scenario presented involved a group of people who became stranded on an remote island, with no help in sight. Most of the people decide to ban together and work and establish shelter for their survival, a few decide they were not going to help and that it was more important to try and find a way off the island. His question was what would I do if I was among the group who decided it was more important to work towards surviving. My answer was to let them go their own way but I also acknowledged at some point they would have to be dealt with. Either that others would eventually become a burden or threat to surviving. I can relate to Doomo, continuing to help others who refuse to help themselves will sooner or later become a burden or threat to his own survival. He must of considered at some point Needmo and Kneepo could have eventually teamed up with the wolf themselves.
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Comment by Clifford Black on August 7, 2012 at 7:07pm
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Pam, this is the thread that we talked about, please enjoy.
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Comment by Aaron (Al) Lewis on March 1, 2010 at 10:18pm
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By the way who were the enemy in this story?
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By the way exactly who is"our and "us"? Mr. Black conceived this story, I embellished it.. Sammie, what is wrong with being a God? Or eating pigs? The way this planet was designed to operate aint pretty sometimes. Of course I am not an idealist and I have seen the face of God and it look real scary, sometimes. I choose who I am relative to simply because I am free to do so. That was one hell of a burden off my back when I finally accepted that everyone who looked similar to me or who claimed relativity to me was not my brother or sister. I don't owe them anything.
If they decide to use me it is of my choice, not theirs, if I am aware. If I decide to eat them, it is my choice also. That's the way of the world! You grok?
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Asha, obviously you missed the intent of the story. Of course people believe what they are pre-disposed to believe. There are multi perspectives to this story, I know because I co-authored it. I think to honestly dissect and comprehend the real intent of the story requires more attention to detail.
1. What makes someone your brother?
2. Do you have a choice?
3. What if if they are not treating you as a brother in an equal and fair exchange?
4. Who told on Nat Turner?
5. Have you ever read Atlas Shrugged?
6. What if the pig was never a pig?
7. What makes people want to save inferior thinking and acting people?
8. What if Do-Mo had no "natural enemies"? By the way, he did not!
9. Who has to power to decide for someone else?
10. What is freedom?
11. Do you or anyone else subscribe to the notion that you are not free til we all are free?
12. Who told on Gabriel Prosser?
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Comment by Sammie James McDaniel jr. on February 28, 2010 at 12:00pm
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the "new fairy tale" is not.
WHAT"S WRONG WITH BEING A WOLF
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Comment by Asha Bediako on February 27, 2010 at 7:39pm
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So the moral is to join with your natural enemy to destroy your brothers, then let your natural enemy go free? What kind of twisted up mental concept is this? Better to let the wolf catch the weak ones than to conspire with him. Better to eliminate the enemy than to let him off scot free, knowing that he will continue to prey upon you and yours.... Better still to strengthen your brothers unite against wolfdom. This is a terrible, awful, horrific, unnatural, wrong-headed, f'd up story. Surely our imaginations can serve us better.
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Mike, we will talk about this concept asap
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Comment by Mike Brown on December 9, 2009 at 6:55pm
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Would the mind being afflicted by the ills of civilization, which dictated the illusion of necessity (needmo, because
I don't want to work) for aggresive weapontry (the mind) be healed before this conception of peace began?
According to the story Doomo never became the aggressor until he was provoked.
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The mind is the ultimate weapon. It was the mind that conceived all the weapons all through out the history of mankind. What if those minds now conceived ways and means to be peaceful and kind to each other? You can do that you know?
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