THREE LITTLE HOMELESS AND A WOLF

ONCE UPON A TIME there were three little houses built by hard working, yet lazy citizens, who never thought the wolf would knock on thier doors. They were all pigs. The one with a lot of money built a brick house with a mortgage, but he had a good income from his credit card stock and consulting business.

The one with a job at the local feed store couldn't afford more than a straw house, but he could get home improvements on credit at the Great Wall Market Depository.

Office worker citizen was able to get a lower rate of interest because he was more respectable. No interest till 2008, but vote right. He bought his stick home in a new subdivision developed by the Governor's cuz, who did everything right, except warranty, cleanup, and create new jobs for the first piggy, who had trained for computer programing, but that skill is outsourced to his college buddy from Deli. The house, though stick construction, had tile in the kitchen, laid by visiting workers. They had no salery or healthcare, but they worked hard, and sent money home. In the old country it meant a lot becausse the lack of work there was universal, unless you count border assembly and beachfront service for tourists.

Funny thing about both countries was that each sent its economic potenial to the other.

There was a wolf, more than one wolf, but mainly this big, bad wolf who blew.

He was a wiz, and he had a big movie set with a curtian with a roving script-layer made up good entertainment fiction stories. When he wrote nonfiction he was too modest to take credit, so he toasted others.

The wolf practiced raeding, but was a little dyslexic, so he had group therapy in elementary schools during off-times. After one seven minute timeout he expanded his reading to teleprompters, where he found that he performed best with a bug in his ear.