Three Little Piggies

Once upon a time, there were three little piggies. The youngest, the second-youngest, and the oldest. They were all very close and loved one another very much, but they were also very competitive.
One day, they decided to see who could build the best house.
The youngest little piggy got loads of hay and tied them up to build his home. He was not very smart. The second-youngest piggy watched him and laughed.
The second-youngest piggy got bunches of sticks and tied them up to build his home. He was slightly smarter than the youngest. The oldest piggy watched him and laughed.
The oldest piggy got barrows of bricks and stacked them on top of each other to build his home. He was the oldest and the wisest.
And so, all three little piggies went into their houses. A wolf came along. He approached the youngest piggy's home.
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in," the wolf said.
Because he did not say "please," the youngest piggy cried, " No, no, not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin!"
"Then, I will huff, and puff, and I will blow your house down," howled the wolf. And he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the house down. Then, he ate the youngest piggy.
The second-youngest, and the oldest piggies were trembling in fear in their newly built houses. The second-youngest more so than the oldest, for the oldest was sure his brick house would not be blown away. The second-youngest piggy was less sure.
The wolf approached the second-youngest piggy's home.
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in," he asked.
"No," came a trembling voice from the other side of the door. "No, not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin."
"Then, I will huff, and puff, and I will blow your house down," growled the wolf. And he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the house down. Then, he ate the second-youngest piggy.
The oldest piggy was beginning to feel sad for his now dead friends.
The wolf approached the oldest piggy's solid home.
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in," he said sweetly.
"No, no, not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin," came the answer.
"Then, I will huff, and puff, and I will blow your house down," howled the wolf. And he huffed, and he puffed, and he did NOT blow the house down. He kept hugging and puffing, but got tired and gave up.
Leaving the oldest piggy sitting on his chair, safe and sound, unlike his two dead friends. The oldest piggy thought and thought, and regretted and regretted.
"If only I had warned them that a hay and stick house would not hold," he murmured sadly. The oldest little piggy agonized over this for a few more days, not getting sleep, and not eating food.
Eventually he killed himself over his guilt.
The end.