There once were four little pigs, all four raised to be hard workers. Jason, Trevor, Freddy, and BTK were the names of these hard working pigs. One was not like the others, way not like the others. BTK, was the one, he was a bit of a slacker. He did all his work as fast as he could to get it done. So when they were 18 months there dad kicked them out with bricks to build there own houses. They all carried them to an area were they felt at home except BTK, he got a wheel barrow and put them right next door. He put his house together very fast and very sloppy. Only an hour or two went by and he was done. He went inside sat deep down in a chair and watched TV.  The other three saw this, so when they were done, one or two days later, they pushed his house over. They thought if they did he would build it stronger next time, what could he do to there house anyway. They built theirs the right way.  So when BTK came home from eating out, he saw that his house was knocked down and got mad. His face got as red as his blood as it started to boil. The nerve of them he thought, ill show them ill show them all he was thinking as he dug through the rubble.  He got some supplies, and headed out to seek his revenge. 

He came to the first house, Freddy’s, it wasn’t badly built it had bricks on the inside but the out side was made of wood to give it structure and elegance. BTK stood there looked for a flaw, found it, and had an idea.  He rummaged through his supplies and found it. He pulled out a bottle wine three fourths of the way full, an old rag, and a lighter.  BTK quickly made a cocktail, and threw it. The house burst into flames, as BTK mumbled, “Let your wanting to be accepted by society be you death.” He was a nice brother so before he left for the other houses he yelled to Freddy that he had just killed him. He didn’t know what BTK was talking about but soon he realized it was really, really hot and was only getting hotter. He wasn’t dumb he quickly realized that his house was on fire, but that didn’t make sense his house was made of brick, but then it struck him his house had wood on the out side.  He ran towards the door, when he realized there was none, he had forgotten to install it. He had no way to get out. He didn’t burn to death the bricks prevented that but Freddy made a nice roast ham.