The Three Little Pigs - Hayfever Huff

In a sunny meadow, nestled amongst wildflowers, lived three little piglets named Penelope, Preston, and Priscilla. It was time for them to build their own homes, and Mama Pig encouraged them to choose sturdy materials. Penelope, the playful piglet, decided on a cozy house made entirely of straw. "It'll be quick and easy to build!" she squealed, happily weaving the golden stalks. Preston, the practical piglet, opted for a sturdier home fashioned from sticks. He hammered and sawed with determination, creating a well-built dwelling. Priscilla, the meticulous piglet, preferred a more permanent structure. She toiled for days, constructing a strong brick house with a sturdy chimney. Just across the meadow lived Wilbur, a large, friendly wolf with a peculiar problem - terrible allergies. Every spring, the sight of a blooming dandelion or a whiff of freshly cut grass sent him into a sneezing fit that could shake the sturdiest tree. One sunny afternoon, as Wilbur enjoyed a dust bath, Penelope's straw house caught his eye. "Achoo!" he sneezed, a mighty blast of air sending the straw flying. Penelope, shaken but unharmed, scurried to Preston's sturdier stick house. Wilbur, feeling terrible about his allergies, apologized profusely. "Bless you, Wilbur!" Penelope called out. "It wasn't your fault!" Moments later, as Wilbur admired a cluster of colorful wildflowers, another tremendous sneeze erupted. "Achoo!" The force of it sent Preston's stick house tumbling down. Thankfully, the two piglets were safe inside Priscilla's brick house. Wilbur, sniffling and apologizing, approached the brick house. "I'm so sorry about your homes, little pigs," he mumbled. Priscilla, ever the quick thinker, squealed, "Don't worry, Wilbur, there might be a way for everyone to live happily!" She hurried Wilbur inside her sturdy brick house and showed him the strong walls. "We can build houses just like this for you and your allergies won't be a bother anymore!" Wilbur's droopy ears perked up. The idea of living peacefully with his neighbors without causing chaos was a dream come true. Together, they spent the next few days gathering bricks and working side-by-side. Wilbur, surprisingly strong, helped haul bricks while the piglets scurried up and down ladders. Finally, two sturdy brick houses stood proudly beside Priscilla's. Wilbur, with a newfound appreciation for his neighbor's patience, beamed. "Thank you, little pigs," he boomed. "These houses are perfect!" To celebrate their accomplishment, Priscilla invited everyone to a tea party inside her brick house. Wilbur, no longer sniffling, brought a giant basket of sneeze-free daisy cakes he'd baked specially. Penelope and Preston, relieved to be safe from flying straw and sticks, squealed with delight. As they sipped chamomile tea and munched on daisy cakes, Wilbur regaled them with stories of his life in the meadow. The piglets, in turn, shared their dreams and adventures. They realized that despite their differences, they could all be friends and build a wonderful little community together. From then on, Wilbur and the three little pigs lived happily ever after. Their meadow echoed with laughter, not sneezes, proving that with a little teamwork and friendship, even the strongest allergies couldn't stand in the way of a happy home.