My father just told a version of the three little pigs to Eclair. Except when the wolf climbed onto the roof, he didn't realize it had been raining, and the bricks were very slippery, so he slipped and fell and bonked his head. And when he got up, he couldn't remember anything. The pigs ran to the window, and he asked, "Who am I?" to which the pigs replied, "You're one of the three little ducks. You better go find them." And so the wolf went off and to this day is trying to find the other two little ducks. The End.