by Son of the Valley on March 7, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved
https://youtu.be/G8TFs73KrvE
Amateur Audio drama (10 minutes 37 seconds)
Icicles crawl from the fangs and jaw while the maw of the wolf shook vigorously
Chaotically fraught with woe hunger brought which he thought to alleviate immediately
Peeking through the storm through forming of the wind and the hail and the snow shun a single flickering light
inviting new opportunity
A chance to transform his current situation with a desperate plea
hearing a bellow from inside the yellow hay home semispherical dome alluding that in fact, someone was home.
Wolf- "I'll simply ask if I can enter to bask in warmth and perhaps have some..."
Grey eyes spied inside a window occupied by a delectable, delicious looking swine with a purple and pink supple hide.
Wolf- "...pork rind's."
Entranced at the chance claws creeped an advance a slight prance as he began to romance a devious plan
for a wolf will inevitably be, convincingly, a vicious, violent and manipulative beast.
Knocking
Voice outside- "Hello. Hello. Good sir. There's been a terrible carriage accident down the hill. Sir, please let me in. My friend is very hurt so. I need your help. Whoever you are."
The pig was startled and leaped in behind his woven straw couch held together with twine
Paul the pig- "Are you sure you need my help? I mean I hope they'll be fine.
It's just who drives their carriage at this time of night in this type of weather this far from the woods. Surely they certainly were up to no good."
Wolf- "Please, Mr. Pig, I need your help. It's a matter of life or death."
Slowly hooves clopped across brass bladed floors, and three keratin toes shook, reaching for the door.
Paul the pig- "One question before I let you in my place. How did you know I was a pig without seeing my face?"
growls
The strewn door parted way by way of the wolf's weight as the straw trough dropped atop those caught in its wake.
Wolf attacking pig
The wolf wretched back with violent delight and thought to himself...
Wolf- "Oh I could go for another bite."
When he spotted a leather-bound brown book on the ground labelled "property of Paul the pig".
Wolf- "An address book. Hmmm. Only two other names in it. This guy was Mr. Popularity. Number 1, George Baconer, Twig house down the road."
Staring intensively while his nail searched for meat caught between the now ****** mouth as he ****** on his teeth.
Wolf- "and number 2. John the big, mouthed bragger. Hmmm, tell me how you really feel. Mansion. Closest to town.
Well, looks like my night just got a lot more interesting."
John the pig- "We should have checked on Paul. He's all alone in that cabin so far in the woods. How is he going to let someone know if something happens? I swear a swift breeze could fell that switch. At least you have a phone."
George the pig- "I have the switch house. And trust me it ain't going nowhere. Paul loves living alone. He loves the hills. Not all of us want to live in a big brick mansion. Not all of us forget where we came from."
John the pig- "I remember exactly where I came from. It's why I have this brick house. You could have one too if you weren't so lazy."
George the pig- "I'm not lazy john. I just have carpal tunnel. And fibromyalgia, and social anxiety disorder. and I'm allergic to my own sweat... Plus rectangles make me sad."
John the pig- "Well I called to see if you can go down to check on Paul."
George the pig- "Why don't you do it yourself John or are YOU to lazy?"
Slams phone down
knocking
Voice outside- "Publishers clearing house! We've got a giant check here for your neighbor Mr. and Mrs. Hermanshnebfch.
They don't seem to be home, so we figured why not give the money to you. 15 million's nothing to sneeze at, huh?"
George the pig- "For me!"
The pig leapt with glee and reached for the door for there was no better offer that an offer could be than a stack from the ceiling to floor of free money, of this, he was sure
But... he thought... There's isn't a house in the front or the side or adjacent or across or even behind
George the Pig- "I have no neighbor. What lunacy do you spread? I live alone since my parents are dead and my brothers don't sleep with me in their bed."
Then a single thought began parading in his head before his back bacon heart began filling with dread
Wolf- "Alone, you say?"
Door breaking down
Back George was thrown by the destruction of his home as clung to wooden cover gripping the phone to call his brother
Ring Ring
John the pig- "Hello? Hello? Hello!"
Squealing and growling in background
John the pig- "George. Oh, no! George is that you."
Growling quiets
Wolf- "Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf, big bad wolf..."
Dial tone
Immediately John knew his brother's life was through as it was sadly true this was not the first, they saw of a wolfs malicious maniacal mauling maw
Further past than john would like to admit, back to the age when he was a kid, his father, sad to say, was more like his brothers, failing to provide for him and the others
A cardboard house was the shelter provided but there was much love to fill the spaces inside it
Until on bright scarlet moon when they'd failed to heed the howl of the wolf, what a folly indeed
The attack had come to a jerky close the triplets hid themselves under ***** clothes and all eyed the wolf who was fairly close as he sniffed at the pile while each held their breath for more than a while
not a sniffle had crept from their nose
Now in the present another wolf had returned and John learned from his father's mistake, this time the wolf had a lesson to learn
Barricading windows and doors with furniture, statues and 2x4
he reinforced the entrances and exits of course before taking up residence on his dining room floor
Doused the fireplace with oil and kerosene awaiting his revenge on the foul fierce fiend
Hours passed which felt like days as the piglets frightened mind began to run out of tricks to play
Certain he was the moment was here, nothing left to feel after swallowing his fear
knocking
Voice outside- "John. I said John! This here, John, This here's a Constable Leghorn from town. Now we got reports, I said we got reports of a wolf in the area. I hope you don't mind we came by to do a wellness check, well just a wellness check to make sure everything's ok.
Oh, good lord, Good Lord John, I see the wolf in the distance. He's getting close boy. Let me in boy! Let me in!"
John suspiciously eyed the window outside the blocked frosted glass obscuring his sight
John the pig- "Well sir why not just fly a little high in the sky to land grand atop my mansion with a plop. Surely with two of those big burly wings you could simply just soar up on top of the thing. My chimney is the only opening I've not blocked. So, if you can't get up there. You're a rat out of luck."
Voice Outside- "Ooh, why yes John. I say yes, I'll glide right on up!"
John the pig- "That'll be a first since chickens can't fly and neither can wolves. Or so I read."
Wolf- "You are no fool. No, we cannot. But we surely can climb, indeed."
Scraping siding the wolf began climbing higher he pried
as John swelled with pride
The wolf tiptoed over to the chimney and leapt down hurriedly in a jiffy
Near reaching the bottom he extended his limbs attempting to stop
for smell caught his attention, his sense obscured by an increase in tension
John the pig- "Oh by the way I have an answer to your question."
The wolf snarls and quivers, stomach curling with indigestion
Striking match
A match well scrapped as fire lined the face of the ebony stone brick encased kerosene filled fireplace
John the pig- Now, who's afraid of the big bag wolf? No one."
A pillar of fire shot out into the night as a howl dissipated to the piglets delight when a plume of grey ash from the wolf drifted alone
disappearing in the wood and the hail and the snow.
7d ago
May 29, 2026 at 12:20 PM UTC
by Son of the Valley on March 7, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved
https://youtu.be/G8TFs73KrvE
Amateur Audio drama (10 minutes 37 seconds)
Icicles crawl from the fangs and jaw while the maw of the wolf shook vigorously
Chaotically fraught with woe hunger brought which he thought to alleviate immediately
Peeking through the storm through forming of the wind and the hail and the snow shun a single flickering light
inviting new opportunity
A chance to transform his current situation with a desperate plea
hearing a bellow from inside the yellow hay home semispherical dome alluding that in fact, someone was home.
Wolf- "I'll simply ask if I can enter to bask in warmth and perhaps have some..."
Grey eyes spied inside a window occupied by a delectable, delicious looking swine with a purple and pink supple hide.
Wolf- "...pork rind's."
Entranced at the chance claws creeped an advance a slight prance as he began to romance a devious plan
for a wolf will inevitably be, convincingly, a vicious, violent and manipulative beast.
Knocking
Voice outside- "Hello. Hello. Good sir. There's been a terrible carriage accident down the hill. Sir, please let me in. My friend is very hurt so. I need your help. Whoever you are."
The pig was startled and leaped in behind his woven straw couch held together with twine
Paul the pig- "Are you sure you need my help? I mean I hope they'll be fine.
It's just who drives their carriage at this time of night in this type of weather this far from the woods. Surely they certainly were up to no good."
Wolf- "Please, Mr. Pig, I need your help. It's a matter of life or death."
Slowly hooves clopped across brass bladed floors, and three keratin toes shook, reaching for the door.
Paul the pig- "One question before I let you in my place. How did you know I was a pig without seeing my face?"
growls
The strewn door parted way by way of the wolf's weight as the straw trough dropped atop those caught in its wake.
Wolf attacking pig
The wolf wretched back with violent delight and thought to himself...
Wolf- "Oh I could go for another bite."
When he spotted a leather-bound brown book on the ground labelled "property of Paul the pig".
Wolf- "An address book. Hmmm. Only two other names in it. This guy was Mr. Popularity. Number 1, George Baconer, Twig house down the road."
Staring intensively while his nail searched for meat caught between the now ****** mouth as he ****** on his teeth.
Wolf- "and number 2. John the big, mouthed bragger. Hmmm, tell me how you really feel. Mansion. Closest to town.
Well, looks like my night just got a lot more interesting."
John the pig- "We should have checked on Paul. He's all alone in that cabin so far in the woods. How is he going to let someone know if something happens? I swear a swift breeze could fell that switch. At least you have a phone."
George the pig- "I have the switch house. And trust me it ain't going nowhere. Paul loves living alone. He loves the hills. Not all of us want to live in a big brick mansion. Not all of us forget where we came from."
John the pig- "I remember exactly where I came from. It's why I have this brick house. You could have one too if you weren't so lazy."
George the pig- "I'm not lazy john. I just have carpal tunnel. And fibromyalgia, and social anxiety disorder. and I'm allergic to my own sweat... Plus rectangles make me sad."
John the pig- "Well I called to see if you can go down to check on Paul."
George the pig- "Why don't you do it yourself John or are YOU to lazy?"
Slams phone down
knocking
Voice outside- "Publishers clearing house! We've got a giant check here for your neighbor Mr. and Mrs. Hermanshnebfch.
They don't seem to be home, so we figured why not give the money to you. 15 million's nothing to sneeze at, huh?"
George the pig- "For me!"
The pig leapt with glee and reached for the door for there was no better offer that an offer could be than a stack from the ceiling to floor of free money, of this, he was sure
But... he thought... There's isn't a house in the front or the side or adjacent or across or even behind
George the Pig- "I have no neighbor. What lunacy do you spread? I live alone since my parents are dead and my brothers don't sleep with me in their bed."
Then a single thought began parading in his head before his back bacon heart began filling with dread
Wolf- "Alone, you say?"
Door breaking down
Back George was thrown by the destruction of his home as clung to wooden cover gripping the phone to call his brother
Ring Ring
John the pig- "Hello? Hello? Hello!"
Squealing and growling in background
John the pig- "George. Oh, no! George is that you."
Growling quiets
Wolf- "Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf, big bad wolf..."
Dial tone
Immediately John knew his brother's life was through as it was sadly true this was not the first, they saw of a wolfs malicious maniacal mauling maw
Further past than john would like to admit, back to the age when he was a kid, his father, sad to say, was more like his brothers, failing to provide for him and the others
A cardboard house was the shelter provided but there was much love to fill the spaces inside it
Until on bright scarlet moon when they'd failed to heed the howl of the wolf, what a folly indeed
The attack had come to a jerky close the triplets hid themselves under ***** clothes and all eyed the wolf who was fairly close as he sniffed at the pile while each held their breath for more than a while
not a sniffle had crept from their nose
Now in the present another wolf had returned and John learned from his father's mistake, this time the wolf had a lesson to learn
Barricading windows and doors with furniture, statues and 2x4
he reinforced the entrances and exits of course before taking up residence on his dining room floor
Doused the fireplace with oil and kerosene awaiting his revenge on the foul fierce fiend
Hours passed which felt like days as the piglets frightened mind began to run out of tricks to play
Certain he was the moment was here, nothing left to feel after swallowing his fear
knocking
Voice outside- "John. I said John! This here, John, This here's a Constable Leghorn from town. Now we got reports, I said we got reports of a wolf in the area. I hope you don't mind we came by to do a wellness check, well just a wellness check to make sure everything's ok.
Oh, good lord, Good Lord John, I see the wolf in the distance. He's getting close boy. Let me in boy! Let me in!"
John suspiciously eyed the window outside the blocked frosted glass obscuring his sight
John the pig- "Well sir why not just fly a little high in the sky to land grand atop my mansion with a plop. Surely with two of those big burly wings you could simply just soar up on top of the thing. My chimney is the only opening I've not blocked. So, if you can't get up there. You're a rat out of luck."
Voice Outside- "Ooh, why yes John. I say yes, I'll glide right on up!"
John the pig- "That'll be a first since chickens can't fly and neither can wolves. Or so I read."
Wolf- "You are no fool. No, we cannot. But we surely can climb, indeed."
Scraping siding the wolf began climbing higher he pried
as John swelled with pride
The wolf tiptoed over to the chimney and leapt down hurriedly in a jiffy
Near reaching the bottom he extended his limbs attempting to stop
for smell caught his attention, his sense obscured by an increase in tension
John the pig- "Oh by the way I have an answer to your question."
The wolf snarls and quivers, stomach curling with indigestion
Striking match
A match well scrapped as fire lined the face of the ebony stone brick encased kerosene filled fireplace
John the pig- Now, who's afraid of the big bag wolf? No one."
A pillar of fire shot out into the night as a howl dissipated to the piglets delight when a plume of grey ash from the wolf drifted alone
disappearing in the wood and the hail and the snow.
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