This is my entry to 
The Three Little Pigs from Cumaná*
Once upon a time a family of pigs by the Gulf of Cariaco, not having enough food to feed their three piglets, sent them out to make a living for themselves. They warned them first about the wolves they might find in their way. They advised their piglets to work hard and settle down so that no wolf would mess up with their lives. The three pigs said good bye to their parents knowing that they would not last for long. They would either died of coronavirus or would starve waiting for the wolftator to be deposed.
They decided that despite all the apocalyptic crap, they could be productive and live long happy lives, at least one of them thought so.
Cerdito, the youngest of the three, had not lived long enough to remember life before what they had, so he was very optimistic about the future. Marrano and Cochino were a few minutes older than him; old enough to know that life did not make much sense and so it should not be taken seriously. So, they went about life taking it easy.
They hit the road and started to try their luck in life. Nobody gave them a job or anything. Everyone was starving along the gulf coast. They were told to walk west, towards the Promised Land, Cumaná, and so they did. Half way, night surprised them and they had to sleep by the cold shore of Playa Bruja. That night, Cerdito had a revelation in his dream. He was told that a dangerous wolf would go after them and would eat them up unless they build sturdy house, as strong as rocks themselves.
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Cerdito woke up mortified and told his brothers about his dream. They pretended to take him seriously but had obviously no plans to follow his advice. They kept on their journey and arrived to Cumaná by dawn. The place was certainly booming and there seemed to be plenty of opportunities for young entrepreneurs.
They got jobs the next day and decided to build their houses. Most houses in the area were built of straw. So, when Marrano started building that’s what he used. It was easy to come by and light to move around. He was too lazy to do more than that. His youngest brother reminded him of the premonition, but he just laughed about it. He had his straw house ready in no time.
When the time came for Cochino to build his house he felt a bit guilty about his little brother, but was also too lazy to put too much effort into a simple house, so he built his house with small light sticks. They are certainly sturdier than straw, he told his brother when he came to complain.
Cerdito was livid. He was determined to follow the advice revealed to him in that dream, so he gathered as many stones as possible and he started to build his stone house. No wolf would mess up with his house. Stone houses were unheard of in the area, unless you included the ruins of an old Spanish fortress. It took Cerdito many moons to finish his house, but every night the echoes of howling wolves in the distances infused him with the motivation to keep working harder and harder.
One day the house was finished and Cerdito could not be any prouder. The fruit of his effort stood imposing on a hill, bearing witness to the determination and vision of a young pig with a bright future.
The next day Cumaná was hit by the strongest earthquake they had had in centuries. Cerdito was crushed under the ruins of his stone house. Nobody else was injured. Now we understand why there were no other stone houses, said his brothers.
*Cumaná is sitting on one of Venezuela's most dangerous and active geological faults, the fault of Cariaco, but if people have ignored that for 500 years, we can't expect this little pig to have known any better
