“Turn away from evil and do good; so shall you dwell forever.”

After the wolf had blown

down the house of straw

and eaten bacon for breakfast,

he saw another house built

with thick sticks, the freshest

picks from winter’s deadfall.

He blew that down too with

breath all the more bully, tough

lung punch breaking through.

He ate pig two for lunch,

after which he spied a house

made of bricks fresh-fired in

the local kiln. Confident from

recent success, he blew and blew

with visions of juicy pork-chops for

dinner. By midnight the moon

declared the mason pig the winner.