This is one of the Child's Play Series of caches.
The Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time there were three little pigs, who left their
mummy and daddy to see the world.
All summer long, they roamed through the woods and over the
plains, playing games and having fun. None were happier than the
three little pigs, and they easily made friends with everyone.
Wherever they went, they were given a warm welcome, but as summer
drew to a close, they realized that folk were drifting back to
their usual jobs, and preparing for winter. Autumn came and it
began to rain. The three little pigs started to feel they needed a
real home. Sadly they knew that the fun was over now and they must
set to work like the others, or they'd be left in the cold and
rain, with no roof over their heads. They talked about what to do,
but each decided for himself. The laziest little pig said he'd
build a straw hut.
"It will only take a day,' he said. The others disagreed.
"It's too fragile," they said disapprovingly, but he refused to
listen. Not quite so lazy, the second little pig went in search of
planks of seasoned wood.
"Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!" It took him two days to nail them
together. But the third little pig did not like the wooden
house.
"That's not the way to build a house!" he said. "It takes time,
patience and hard work to build a house that is strong enough to
stand up to wind, rain, and snow, and most of all, protect us from
the wolf!"
The days went by, and the wisest little pig's house took shape,
brick by brick. From time to time, his brothers visited him, saying
with a chuckle.
"Why are you working so hard? Why don't you come and play?" But
the stubborn bricklayer pig just said "no".
"I shall finish my house first. It must be solid and sturdy. And
then I'll come and play!" he said. "I shall not be foolish like
you! For he who laughs last, laughs longest!"
It was the wisest little pig that found the tracks of a big wolf
in the neighborhood.
The little pigs rushed home in alarm. Along came the wolf,
scowling fiercely at the laziest pig's straw hut.
"Come out!" ordered the wolf, his mouth watering. I want to
speak to you!"
"I'd rather stay where I am!" replied the little pig in a tiny
voice.
"I'll make you come out!" growled the wolf angrily, and puffing
out his chest, he took a very deep breath. Then he blew with all
his might, right onto the house. And all the straw the silly pig
had heaped against some thin poles, fell down in the great blast.
Excited by his own cleverness, the wolf did not notice that the
little pig had slithered out from underneath the heap of straw, and
was dashing towards his brother's wooden house. When he realized
that the little pig was escaping, the wolf grew wild with rage.
"Come back!" he roared, trying to catch the pig as he ran into
the wooden house. The other little pig greeted his brother, shaking
like a leaf.
"I hope this house won't fall down! Let's lean against the door
so he can't break in!"
Outside, the wolf could hear the little pigs' words. Starving as
he was, at the idea of a two course meal, he rained blows on the
door.
"Open up! Open up! I only want to speak to you!"
Inside, the two brothers wept in fear and did their best to hold
the door fast against the blows. Then the furious wolf braced
himself a new effort: he drew in a really enormous breath, and went
... WHOOOOO! The wooden house collapsed like a pack of cards.
Luckily, the wisest little pig had been watching the scene from
the window of his own brick house, and he rapidly opened the door
to his fleeing brothers. And not a moment too soon, for the wolf
was already hammering furiously on the door. This time, the wolf
had grave doubts. This house had a much more solid air than the
others. He blew once, he blew again and then for a third time. But
all was in vain. For the house did not budge an inch. The three
little pigs watched him and their fear began to fade. Quite
exhausted by his efforts, the wolf decided to try one of his
tricks. He scrambled up a nearby ladder, on to the roof to have a
look at the chimney. However, the wisest little pig had seen this
ploy, and he quickly said.
"Quick! Light the fire!" With his long legs thrust down the
chimney, the wolf was not sure if he should slide down the black
hole. It wouldn't be easy to get in, but the sound of the little
pigs' voices below only made him feel hungrier.
"I'm dying of hunger! I'm going to try and get down." And he let
himself drop. But landing was rather hot, too hot! The wolf landed
in the fire, stunned by his fall.
The flames licked his hairy coat and his tail became a flaring
torch.
"Never again! Never again will I go down a chimney" he squealed,
as he tried to put out the flames in his tail. Then he ran away as
fast as he could.
The three happy little pigs, dancing round and round the yard,
began to sing. "Tra-la-la! Tra-la-la! The wicked black wolf will
never come back...!"
From that terrible day on, the wisest little pig's brothers set
to work with a will. In less than no time, up went the two new
brick houses. The wolf did return once to roam in the neighborhood,
but when he caught sight of three chimneys, he remembered the
terrible pain of a burnt tail, and he left for good.
Now safe and happy, the wisest little pig called to his
brothers. "No more work! Come on, let's go and play!"
I hope your caching experience has a fairy tale ending!
The cache is located in a State Game Lands - no hunting on
Sundays, otherwise perhaps wearing Orange is in order.
Youll likely be huffing and puffing, so bring a drink. It'll
take over an hour, you may get wet or muddy and there are bugs
nearby, hungry ones sometimes. No stage is is much beyond 50 feet
off a trail, except the last might be 100 feet, no bushwhacking
needed - unless they are late mowing the trails!