The theme of my Senior Seminar in Writing is Fairy Tales, and, while that sounds lame, it has turned into something completely fascinating and interesting. We just read a parody of The Three Little Pigs from a book called Politically Correct Bedtime Stories. It's by James Finn Garner. Here are some highlights:
"Once there were three little pigs who lived together in mutual respect and in harmony with their environment. Using materials that were indigenous to the area, they each built a beautiful house....When they were finished,the pigs were satisfied with their work and settle back to live in peace and self-determination.
But their idyll was soon shattered. One day along came a big, bad wolf with expansionist ideas."
"At the house of sticks the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, 'Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!'
The pigs shouted back, 'Go to hell, you carnivorous, imperialistic oppressor!'"
"So he huffed and puffed, and huffed and puffed, then grabbed his chest and fell over dead from a massive heart attack brought on from eating too many fatty foods."
"They [the pigs] gathered together a band of other pigs who had been forced off their lands. This new brigade of porcinistas attacked the resort complex with machine guns and rocket launchers and slaughtered the cruel wolf oppressor, sending a clear signal to the rest of the hemisphere not to meddle in their internal affairs. Then the pigs set up a model socialist democracy with free education, universal health care, and affordable housing for everyone."
Brilliant.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
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No words can express the feeling of my brain imploding and dripping from my nostrills. Well I guess those are words.
ENFP, huh? I guess that means we should date and start makin' babies. everywhere.
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