Fat Wally And The Piggies

The value of this short Christmas story: Christian Fellowship

Hi.  My name is Roscoe.  I’m a pig.  No, no, don’t get upset.  I don’t mean I am just messy.  No, I am actually a pig.  I know it’s a little weird talking to a pig but hey, get used to it, lots of weird things happen around here.  You probably heard someone tried to tell the story of me and my brothers.  I think they called that story The Three Little Pigs or some such nonsense.  Well here is what really happened.

See me and my brothers, Gidney and Cloyd, well, just like you know, we all decided we wanted separate houses.  Not that living together was that bad but Gidney snores so you know.  So we made a game of it and all went to the market and got the building materials.  Now the truth is we all used basically the same stuff to build our homes so all that stuff about straw houses and such, well, sometimes people get a little frisky with the truth if you get my meaning.  No, for better or for worse, Gidney and Cloyd and I pretty much knew what went into a new house.  But the putting together part, now that’s what stumped us.

Gidney loves to hang out at the at night clubs.  He is a good mostly but he likes parties and all that goes with it way too much.  That is where he met Fat Wally but we will get back to him.  So naturally, since all of Gidney’s friends were people at the night clubs, they all promised him and swore on whatever they could find they would be there on building day.  So he got his materials and tools and aprons and big tubs of lemonade and he was already that Monday morning to get that house put up before the winter came.
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