Tonight, our six year old asks his mother if she'd like him to tell her the real story of the 3 little pigs. Of course, she replies and the following is what was told.
The big bad wolf was baking a cake one day for his grandmother but he was out of sugar. He went next door to ask a pig if he could borrow some and when he walked in the pig was laying in the floor dead so the wolf ate him and went to the next house to get some sugar. When he got there that pig was shaving his chinny chin, chin hairs so the wolf ate him. He then went on to the next pigs house but that pigs house was made out of bricks and he heard the wolf outside and called the police. The police came and took that wolf to prison and do you know what that wolf wants more than anything in prison? ....sugar.