Little Johnny is slouched in his chair at the back of the classroom, barely paying attention as his teacher reads aloud The Three Little Pigs... It’s that time of day when the class is supposed to sit quietly and enjoy story time, but Little Johnny is already getting bored. The teacher finally reaches the part where the first little pig goes to the farmer to ask for some straw to build his house... The teacher pauses dramatically, then glances up from the book with a smile, ready to get her students thinking. "Now, class," she begins, scanning the room for eager faces, "When the pig asks the farmer for some of his straw, what do you think the farmer said?" Bobby’s hand shoots up immediately... "Yes, Bobby, what do you think he said?" she asks. Bobby stands up a little straighter in his seat and confidently announces, "Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chin!" The teacher gives him a kind but corrective smile, "No, Bobby, that’s what the pigs say later in the story." Another hand shoots up - Becky this time... The teacher calls on her, "Okay, Becky, what did the farmer say?" Becky grins and replies, "I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!" The teacher sighs, but she’s still patient, "No, Becky, that’s what the wolf says. We’re talking about the farmer here." The room goes silent as the other students start thinking hard trying to remember what the farmer could’ve said... But Little Johnny, who hadn’t seemed all that interested before, suddenly has his hand in the air, waving it around like he’s on a game show. The teacher raises her eyebrows, half-wary, half-curious... "Yes, Johnny?" she asks cautiously, knowing that Johnny’s answers are never what she expects. Johnny straightens up, clears his throat, and says very matter-of-factly, "I think the farmer would’ve said ‘Look!... " "It’s a frickin' talking pig!"
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