The Three Big Pigs

A long, long time ago, there was a large island with everything you could imagine. From the pristine beaches to the stoney shores, from the plains of far reaches to the jungle where the wilderness calls. On the outskirts of a forest, lived a family of pigs who lived life to its fullest. In their house of logs and planks, decorated with numerous lively plants and cute papercrafts made by piglets, and a backyard with a garden of vegetables and fruit, they are constantly reminded of the nature that surrounds them. The three piglets of the house have no lack of fun growing up. They have gone swimming in the nearby river. They have gone rolling around in a mud puddle. And they used to have competitions of courage in the forest at night, which their parents had constantly warned were dangerous.

"Wiggles, Nibbles and Snuffles dearest," advised their father, "you should all know that the forest is dangerous, especially the Big Bad Wolf. Don't you remember what he did to your uncle? And those golden eyes?"

Wiggles shovelled his food into his mouth as his father's words went in the left ear and out the right. "Of course we know," he exhaled as he put his bowl down, which is larger than both of his siblings, and gestured to his right, "that's what I am for, taking care of my younger siblings. And I do think I am doing a good job," he snorted.

"We believe in your abilities, Wiggles, but..." his mother said from across him, "I think you should let them be more ... independent sometimes."

"Independent?" he said with a singular raised eyebrow. "Why should I do that when neither of them can protect themselves without my help?" Wiggles raised his voice slightly, "They are all grown-ups and I still need to look after them like they're piglets."

"That's enough, Wiggles," his mother hushed at him while Nibbles and Snuggles looked at her with a worried expression. "Speaking of grown-ups," their father added, "it's about time the three of you make the journey into the world and live on your own. This place can't sustain all of us forever."

"Mom?" Nibbles poked at her mother, "Snuffles and I are going to bed now." With a nod of her head, the two siblings went to their rooms. However, little Snuffles could still hear some noise coming from the dining room for some time. She wondered what could possibly keep big brother and her parents talking for so long.

. . .

In the morning, the siblings bid goodbye to their parents, their old house, old memories and childhood to set off on their journey. With Wiggles in front, he leads Nibbles and Snuffles west, hoping to find a good place to settle down.

Throughout their journey, Nibbles and Snuffles talked amongst each other, occasionally trying to include Wiggles in their conversations and laughs. "Hey Wiggles," inquired Snuffles, "have you ever thought about what happened to Uncle Roller? Since you were there with dad and mom, you saw what happened, right?"

"Yeah," replied Wiggles.

"So what happened?" inquired her once again.

He sighed and thought to himself, "Maybe it's time they know."

But before he could answer, she noticed something and exclaimed in awe, "Woah, look at that, look at that, brother!" Wiggles looked up and saw not just the rolling plains, but also the lush forests, the pristine lake and the flowing river all converging at one spot. "Perfect," he thought. "That's nice. We will settle down over there."

"Yay~!" Snuffles cheered.

The three little pigs then gathered at the spot, discussing where to build their houses. "I want to build my house near the lake, because I want to play in the water," said Snuggles. "I will build my house near the forest, because I like eating the forest fruits," said Nibbles. "And I will build mine in the plains, because I can better protect you two there," said Wiggles. The siblings then went out to gather the materials to build their houses.