I received no answer. I looked through the window, and saw nobody. Squinting my eyes and staring harder, I spotted three little sets of pig years poking out from above a sofa.

“I see you guys!” I called out to the mansion, “You’re ears are showing from behind the sofa!”

I picked up a series of whispers, and finally Pork Chop, my old boss, opened up the door and said “Ok, Mr. Wolf. I guess it makes sense you would be angry at the time you were… laid off. Well, we can try to settle my brother’s two houses later, but now that you’re here, can you please clean my chimney?”

I stared at him in disbelief. Had I finally gotten through to them? “Oh, umm ok yes. Of course, I can do that,” I replied dumbly.

“Ok, good, there’s a ladder right on the side of that wall. Try to clean off the dust in the chimney” the pig stated.

I grabbed my tool kit, which contained a chimney cleaning brush, and went towards the ladder. Carrying the toolkit in my mouth, I propped the ladder up against the roof. Slowly, I heaved myself up onto the roof top and went towards the chimney.

“Ahh, so the misfortunes of the day are finally ending,” I thought to myself.

“Click,” the door slammed shut.

“Huh? What was that?” I wondered. I looked down to see the pigs had retreated back into the mansion, and nearby the police had gathered around the vicinity of the building. “They called the police on me!” I realized. I was going to have a hard time explaining my position to the police in this position.

* * *

” So you see, your honor, that is the so called “attack” the pigs were talking about. I casted a look to Red Riding Hood, and said, “You can’t make an assumption until you hear the half of it.”