Chex, you know the story of the 3 Little Pigs, don't you?
Well, in the Romanian version the Three Little Pigs were walking through the Village when the Big Bad Wolf stopped them by the side of the road and tried to sell them a very handsome stereo system (at what he said was a good price, of course).
But the Three Little Pigs laughed at the Big Bad Wolf, and told him they weren't in the market for stereo systems, they were each on their way to look for a new place to live. And they continued on their merry way.
Soon, they had each found a little patch of land and each began to build his dream home.
Now, it has been said that the first Little Pig built his house of laser discs. Of course you realize that was not good planning.
First, there weren't enough laser discs available to be had (not enough after-market interest, I guess). And second, since each disc had a hole in its middle, the Big Bad Wolf was able to get one ugly, hairy toe inside the hole, and then ... pfffftt!
No more house.
You can just imagine what happened to that Little Pig! He had to run lickety split to his brother's house, with the Big Bad Wolf slobbering at his heels!
The second Little Pig thought he had everything all figured out.
He saw how few laser discs were to be found, and he decided to build his house of something which was in great supply.
He built his house of vinyl albums. 45's, to be exact.
It was a lovely house; shiny and groovy, with colorful labels to look at every few inches.
When the first Little Pig escaped the Big Bad Wolf, he ran straight to his brother's door and dashed inside, just in the nick of time.
With the door locked and the Big Bad Wolf on the outside, the two Little Pigs heaved a great sigh of relief and settled back to listen to a rocking rendition of "Boogily Woogily Piggy' on the jukebox.
Until they heard crackling noises and saw the walls begin to ripple and fall towards the ground.
Vinyl melts! It seems the Big Bad Wolf had a packet of matches tucked way down inside his britches - and he set the heat under that vinyl house to 'Boil,' and sat down to wait.
Shhhhhllorrrrrp!!! And pbbbllllltttth! No more house.
Fortunately, the two Little Pigs had slipped through the back door and dashed off to their brother's house.
Now the third Little Pig was the smartest brother of them all.
He knew that all the smart Little Pigs in America used bricks to build their houses. But since he had no bricks, he used the next best thing - an enormous box of 8-track tapes!
He stacked tape after tape until his house was just so - one tape fitting on top of another until he had built a house all his own, with a sturdy door of VHS tapes and windows of old player piano rolls.
When his two brothers came scrambling up to his door, he quickly let them in and bolted the door behind them.
As the Big Bad Wolf came panting up to the house, the Little Pigs turned on the hi-fi and jammed the volume lever as high as it would go.
The screech of the woofers and the tweeters was so loud, the Big Bad Wolf grabbed his chest in surprise. Then he covered one pointy ear with a big, hairy paw and the other pointy ear with his other big hairy paw - and off he ran into the woods, never to be seen or heard from again.
So you see, the moral of the story is: If you don't speaker when you are spoken to by a stranger, you won't 8-track unwanted attention.
The End.
