Write your next Trifecta blog from the perspective of one of the 3 Little Pigs – Benzeknees suggestion, and the winning entry.
You should make one pig a cereal killer who framed the wolf and he ends up making bacon out of his friend. – Nukemm33 comment left on Sunday’s announcement of the winner.
Trifecta‘s challenge word: Confidence
3 a: a relation of trust or intimacy <took his friend into his confidence>
b : reliance on another’s discretion <their story was told in strictest confidence>
c : support especially in a legislative body <vote ofconfidence>
Is anyone else thinking it is weird how the winning suggestion, in this case – a comment on the winning suggestion (both chosen completely by you before the challenge was even announced), and the Trifecta challenge word seem destined to be together? It is like some disturbing love triangle. Also, think 3 pigs, 3 guidelines for this post, and all the 3‘s that Trifecta brings to the table. Freaky…anyway,
He was always the perfect one. “Sam, hurry up, it’s time for Fred’s game.” “Sam, don’t mash-up your cereal like you’re killing it, look at the way Fred is eating his cereal.” “The brick house that Fred built will last longer than your’s and Matt’s sticks and straw monstrosities.” Oh, but mom didn’t play favorites… Well, she was gone now, and what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
“Hey Sam, the mail-wolf dropped this off in my box. Silly wolves, they never can tell the three of us pigs apart.”
Thanks Matt, just toss it anywhere, and shut the door, it’s windy out there! Wait, Fred always had an irrational fear of wolves and storms. He was such an idiot. Everyone knows wolves don’t eat pigs. Hmmm…
Matt, if you say one word of this to anyone else, I will fry your ass in my fireplace. I have a plan…
A few thinly veiled threats were all it took to gain Matt’s confidence. The mail-wolf wouldn’t really be missed anyway.
BRRRRIIIINNNGGG, BRRRRIIIINNNNGGGG – Hello? Fred here…heavy breathing…hello?…Little pig, little pig, let me come in…who is this?…Little pig, little pig, let me come in…who? I still have shaving cream and cut hair on my chinny-chin-chin…don’t you recognize me?…No. I’m calling the police…tell them your mail-wolf called…Mmmail-wolf? Hhhow did you get this number, and what is that other sound?…A storm is coming, wind howling. I bet it sounds like I will huff, and puff, and blow your house down…Click… 911? Yes, this is an emergency. The mail-wolf called and said he would blow my house down. Please hurry…
Fred didn’t even notice Matt had been setting dynamite around the house. Here comes your boy mom, make a little room in hell for a few pork chops. BOOM!
*It didn’t take the cops long. The wolf didn’t have a chance. The cops were paranoid pigs. Of course Fred’s remains were “kept” by his closest brother.
I always did like a good slab of bacon.