After blowing down the first two houses, the wolf chased the pigs to the brick house, where they believed they were safe. But the wolf, being clever and patient, had a more sinister plan. Instead of trying to huff and puff, he disappeared into the woods and returned with sticks of dynamite.
With a sinister grin, the wolf planted the dynamite around the sturdy brick house and lit the fuse. The pigs heard a deafening explosion as the walls crumbled. Dazed and frightened, they were left in the open, with nowhere to hide.
The wolf seized his chance, capturing all three pigs. But he wasn’t in a hurry this time. He wanted a feast. The wolf spent hours preparing his meal, roasting each pig to golden perfection over a large fire. He even stuffed apples in their mouths, laid them out on a grand table, and garnished the feast with fresh herbs.
As the sun set, the wolf sat down to a lavish banquet with the three pigs arranged before him, roasted and delicious. He devoured his meal with satisfaction, enjoying the fruits of his cunning and patience.
The moral? Sometimes, the predator is even more dangerous when he takes his time.