Pigs were together in a pack of three
But broke apart to go their separate ways
They had no clue of where their lives would lead
And how they would survive throughout the days.

The first little pig made his house of straw
He got the straw and built and built some more
The bad wolf blew it down without a flaw
The straw whirling as he puffed down the door.

The second pig made his house with some sticks
The wolf huffed it down till it was a mound
The third pig chose to make his house of bricks
The big bad wolf could never blow it down.

The three pigs now live together again
I think this friendship tale deserves a ten!