We gave it an A
Pssst! Wanna hear the real inside scoop on that classic old pig tale? The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs is it, the true story by Mr. Wolf himself. Media-hip kids are going to love this sly spoof on all those ”as-told-to” memoirs by slightly tarnished celebrities.
See, the way A. Wolf tells it, he was framed. He was making a cake for his dear old granny when he ran out of sugar and went to the neighbors’. Just because he had a rotten cold, was it his fault those houses fell down when he huffed, puffed, and sneezed? And, hey, if those piggies were killed, wouldn’t it have been a shame ”to leave a perfectly good ham dinner lying there in the straw”?
Like any jailed junk-bond manipulator, A. Wolf is a master con artist. He slyly incriminates his victims, wheedles and cajoles his readers, and pleads discrimination: ”I don’t know how this whole Big Bad Wolf thing got started, but it’s all wrong it’s not my fault wolves eat cute little animals like bunnies and sheep and pigs.”
Lane Smith’s elegant, witty illustrations are a lively counterpoint to Mr. Wolf’s self-serving spiel. He sneaks hilarious little hints and clues into every picture: Bunny ears stick out of the cake batter; twigs from the stick house fall neatly on the ground in the pattern of cutlery on a set table.
Mr. Wolf is doing time in Pig Penn now. His biographers deserve a long run on the best-seller list for so delectably introducing kids to the old literary trick of the unreliable narrator. A