Today for my afternoon nap, dad tucked me in bed with some celery and carrots and I watched The Three Little Pigs on my flatscreen. I know it’s old school from the 1930’s but I love Mr. Disney and his movies. This is like the upteenth time I’ve seen movie and I have some thoughts.
Let’s talk about the pig names first. Practical Pig, Fiddler Pig and Fifer Pig. Really? Did you know that they even had names? Couldn’t come up with something unique like Bacon, huh? Ham, Sushi and Maxwell were taken?
Then let’s discuss something that’s kind of ironical. Did anyone else notice this scene in the movie? Do you see “Father” in the photograph on the wall? Really? Mr. Disney bravo to you for having such a wicked sense of humor. Goodness, it took me almost 3 times watching to catch this. I asked mom what did it mean? Was that their father? I didn’t quite understand. Mom said that when I got older she would explain. Translation – it’s something bad.
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So Fiddler Pig plays the fiddle and Fifer Pig plays the flute. – puts my hoove to my head – how original. They went the cheap way and made their houses of straw and sticks. They did it quickly so they could play their lovely musical intruments all day long. What a party that must have been!
Leave it to Practical Pig to build his house of brick. He tried to warn his two little brothers who wanted to play all day but they didn’t listen. They went on with their little jamboree while Practical Pig spent the extra money and time and built for the future not for the moment.
Then enter the big bad wolf. Practical Pig tried to warn Fiddler and Fifer Pig but they didn’t want to listen. That big bad wolf puffed and huffed and blew the house of sticks and house of straw down. What did the brothers do? Run to brother’s house to have him save them. Of course, Practical Pig *always* has an exit plan. Big Bad Wolf didn’t want to listen and tried his best to get in the house finally thinking he had a way through the fireplace. I bet he was surprised when he dropped in for dinner and HE was the dinner!
So bottom line on this story. Apparently this big bad wolf didn’t meet my ancestors – PigBrutus, PigSpartacus and PigDynomite. They don’t put up with much bull from anyone. They learned from great, great, great, great Uncle PiggyJohnWayne.
So, do you see the story in a different light now? Do you understand my thoughts? What are your views? Please share – I’m all about having my Oprah moment.
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