The Fairy Tale Parables

Pig Number Two, on the other hand, watched Pig One’s efforts with a smug look on his porky little face. Of course, no one likes a smug looking pig, but no one was nearby to notice. With a smile on his face, he headed towards a grove of trees near the river bed. Pig Two considered himself a very clever pig, always ready to invent new ways of doing things, and so paid little heed to the blueprints that his father had given him. Once he had gathered himself piles and piles of long, sturdy sticks, he hauled them up to another slab of rock and began to tie them together into a frame and then into the walls and roof of his home. With clever knots and lacings, he wove an airtight structure that he was sure no draft or rainwater could enter. And when he had finished, his house too seemed so tidy and well-built that one would have hardly believed that it had been built with sticks.