This week's topic was pretty easy for me, once I picked my Fairy Tale. I originally really tried to find a Native American tale, as they fascinated me as a child, but unfortunately they were too obscure to be revamped. The below didn't take me long and probably isn't my best work but I tried to have a little humour at today's housing market at the same time.
The three brothers, Percy, Peter and Paddy, left their mother's home to seek out their fortunes individually.
Percy went to London, went to work for a banker and a years later, became the CEO of the bank himself. He took an early retirement and traveled the world, visiting places far and wide. He had a lovely big flat in Chelsea and married a girl half his age. He was very happy.
Peter became a teacher of English and married a sweet girl he met in his second school. They had four children and loved them dearly. He built them a home out of pine timbers and full of little knick knacks. After many years together, his wife died quietly in her sleep. Peter left the family home to his children and went to live in an 'elderly citizens' complex'. He met new friends and was very happy.
Paddy went to America and joined the hippy revolution. He met a young lady at a peace protest and decided to marry her in a Buddhist temple. They came back to England and bought a plot of land in a rural setting and grew all their own food, little children running barefoot through the fields. He was very happy.
....
One day, Percy had a knock at his door. Standing on his doorstep was a very hairy, long nosed tall lawyer.
'Mr. Ig?' The lawyer asked.
'Yes?'
'I am Mr. Wolfe from Wolfe and Slater. I wish to buy your home.' Mr. Wolfe produced a piece of paper with a number written on it.
Percy took the piece of paper and looked at the sum. 'Why Mr. Wolfe!' He exclaimed. 'This is very generous but I couldn't sell my home. I'm very happy here.' He handed the paper back.
Mr. Wolfe sighed deeply. 'Are you sure you won't change your mind?'
'Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin!' And Percy closed the door.
Three days later there was an electrical fire in the basement of Percy's building. The building was deemed unsafe unless extensive repairs were done and the building’s advisory group decided to sell to Wolfe and Slater for a very tidy sum.
...
One day, Peter had a knock at his door. Standing on his doorstep was a very hairy, long nosed tall lawyer.
'Mr. Ig?' The lawyer asked.
'Yes?'
'I am Mr. Wolfe from Wolfe and Slater. I wish to buy your home.' Mr. Wolfe produced a piece of paper with a number written on it.
Peter took the piece of paper and looked at the sum. 'Why Mr. Wolfe!' He exclaimed. 'This is very generous but I couldn't sell my home. I'm very happy here.' He handed the paper back.
Mr. Wolfe sighed deeply. 'Are you sure you won't change your mind?'
'Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin!' And Peter closed the door.
Three days later, a routine inspection of the grounds found a small fault with the plumbing. Despite the assurances of the home's residents that it would be fixed right away, the council decided to close the entire home indefinitely. The land was sold to Wolfe and Slater for a very tidy sum.
...
One day, Paddy had a knock at his door. Standing on his doorstep was a very hairy, long nosed tall lawyer.
'Mr. Ig?' The lawyer asked.
'Yes?'
'I am Mr. Wolfe from Wolfe and Slater. I wish to buy your home.' Mr. Wolfe produced a piece of paper with a number written on it.
Paddy took the piece of paper and looked at the sum. 'Why Mr. Wolfe!' He exclaimed. 'This is very generous but I couldn't sell my home. I'm very happy here.' He handed the paper back.
Mr. Wolfe sighed deeply. 'Are you sure you won't change your mind?'
'Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin!' And Paddy started to close the door.
'But Mr. Ig,' Mr. Wolfe put his hand on the door and smiled a toothy grin. 'I already have bought your brother's homes and perhaps it would be in everyone's best interest to try to be a bit more negotiable.'
'I am aware of your recent purchases Mr. Wolfe,' Paddy replied huffily. 'But I'm afraid you'll find a bit harder to pull the rug out from under me, so to speak.'
'Oh, and why is that?'
'Because Mr. Wolfe,' now Paddy smiled. 'I think you'll find that my home is completely green, fully sustainable and built on government -leased land. Now good day!' And with that, Paddy closed the door.
As Mr. Wolfe growled at the door, the three bothers returned to their dinner, laughing at poor Mr. Wolfe's unfortunate turn of events.
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Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday. Paul told me that you would be posting... so it was with great delight that I stopped in here ... and very glad to see that Wolfe was the devloper scurge that I guessed he was.
I loved the fact that the final home was an eco-sustainable home without faulty plumbing or wiring.
A great read, and a lovely chuckle. Come back often!
A modern tale indeed!
I enjoyed it. I liked the way he told Mr. Wolfe off and closed the door on him.
That sneaky Mr. Wolfe, must have had underworld dealings.
Welcome! I love Mr. Wolfe posing as a reluctant villain, but really being a scoundrel in disguise. I also liked that the most straight-laced pig was actually the straw house!
What is it about the three little pigs? It was also the first fairy tale to pop into my mind and the story wrote itself.
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