She passes what used to be two beloved homes, now reduced to piles of hay and twigs. Outside a third house, still standing, everyone has gathered for a barbeque. The creature has been carved up and half-devoured by the time she arrives. Two children with greasy chins pass out warm gingerbread cookies.
Her host waves her over to the table. “Dig in!”
She pulls back her hood and hands him a basket of goodies.
What a satisfying end after all the trouble that beast had given her back at her grandmother’s. She grabs a plate.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
Author’s Note: Would the Three Little Pigs keep the contents of their cook pot all to themselves, or would they use the occasion to throw a party for the rest of the folkloric world? This story settles that debate once and for all.