In a galaxy far far away, there was a family of three little porklings. They were cute things, pink and round and extremely innocent. Their eyes the roundness of their messy snouts and their ears, always perked (porked) up for an adventure. They squeaked like rubber duckies and squealed like fangirls. Adorableness overload.
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(Observe the porklings' cuteness.)
Today was a day like the day before that and the day before the day before today. It was ordinary. Krista, the oldest porkling, was cleaning their brick house. Hah, the funny story with their brick house. They used to live in separate houses. Krystal, the second oldest, had lived in a house entirely made of straw and Krissy, the youngest, had lived in a house of sticks. Krista, back then, had lived alone until the Big Bad Wolf came onto the scene.
He had huffed and he had puffed and he blew down Krystal and Krissy's houses, forcing them to retreat to their older sister's house.
And from then on, they lived in peace with no big bad wolf ever coming back to eat them for dinner. Happily ever afte--
BOOM!
Krista looked out the window to see where the huge noise had come from. But she regreted looking as soon as she laid her eyes on him.
Badder than the big bad wolf, but considerably shorter, there stood Pork Jimint (AYE WHADDUP USERNAME REFERENCE). His baby face had the cuteness of a baby's but the hotness of the sun. How did this work? Krista had no fricking idea. But this didn't stop her eyes from being blinded by his beauty.
She backed away from the window quickly and warned her sisters about what was outside their window. "Don't go outside or look out the window!"
"Why?" Krissy asked curiously. She looked up from the Jimin fanfiction she was reading and pressed further with her questions. "Is the Big Bad Wolf back? Do we have to move to a stronger house so we don't become bacon?"
Krystal laughed. "The Big Bad Wolf can't be back, Krista already scared it away."
"Porklings," Krista said in a grave tone. "This isn't the Big Bad Wolf. He's worse."
Krissy stands up on her hind legs and trots out the door defiantly. Krista was too afraid to run out and stop her. She started sobbing and fell to the brick floor, crying to have lost her beloved porkling to the blinding beauty outside. She was too despaired to notice that Krystal had snuck out also.
