Dirtylocks and the Three Pigs

Once, in a place, in a time, that is to say, once upon a time, there lived a not so beautiful young woman named Dirtylocks. She was called this because she had long locks of hair that looked almost like dirt because of their dark brown colour and she was fond of playing in any mud or dirt she could find, around where she lived in the woods. Her friends would often complain to Dirtylocks for ruining her party dresses, which she wore before a night out in the forest with her friends.

One summer morning, after a wild night out in the forest Dirtylocks ran straight outside her cottage to play, whilst her friends were still inside sleeping recovering from their hangovers. Dirtylocks was known to be more than a little mischievous; this had also gotten her in a lot of trouble before. She instantly began searching around where she was allowed to play for a nice big pile of mud that she could squish between her hands (it was mud and dirt that revealed Dirtylocks’ inner child to everybody).

“All of the best places have dried up, and dry mud is no fun.” Dirtylocks thought to herself. So she stomped her feet in a temper and sat down on the grass, arms folded with an awful frown on her face.

Just at that moment, Dirtylocks could just make out in the distance, where the trees started to get taller, a trail of mud, wet mud; exactly what she liked to see. She started smiling with a naughty look on her face. Dirtylocks knew that there were many strange creatures in that part of the forest, where the trees got taller. Even so, a cheeky smile began to creep onto her face. “I don’t care, I haven’t played in a sloppy pile of mud for ages! I’ll be fine, I’m a big girl now.” She thought.

So off Dirtylocks went over to the trail of mud and she began to follow it skipping along in a merry way. As she skipped past each small pile, she noticed that the piles started to get bigger, this got Dirtylocks even more excited so she began to skip faster.

Suddenly, Dirtylocks began to hear sounds growing louder as she skipped faster, sounds of music and dancing and laughter. She could now see a rather large cottage in the distance amongst many trees. The piles of mud had now stopped; they had led Dirtylocks to this cottage, ...

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She peered into the cottage through one of the open windows close to the front door. The music was deafening and the different coloured flashing lights were dazzling. Inside Dirtylocks could see three pigs, a snorting pig, a puffing pig and a chomping pig. They were dancing and gobbling and having a fun time. She walked around the cottage to the other side, looking for an entrance into the dirty pigsty, only to be dragged in through the window on the side by the chomping pig.

Dirtylocks was bewildered. As she stood in the corner, her ears seemed to beat to the rhythm and the flashing lights almost blinded her, she noticed the three pigs on the other side of the room sneering. Then after what seemed like hours, the snorting pig came over to her and asked: “Would you like to dance in our muddy sty?” Dirtylocks looked puzzled. All of a sudden the chomping pig pushed her from behind and she flew into the middle of this large room and landed into a huge pile of dripping slimy mud. The mud splattered everywhere and Dirtylocks was a brown colour from head to toe.

The three pigs began to snort uncontrollably. Dirtylocks too, began to laugh aloud. She started to feel awfully giddy. The room was full of smoke; there was no safe place within the large sty to breath properly! It either smelled overwhelmingly or the air was clogged up with a strange smelling smoke. The worry and fright Dirtylocks was feeling, because of being in this weird new place, felt as if it was floating away on clouds of freedom. She gazed over to one corner of the room looking helpless, still sitting on the floor, her legs in a ‘v’ shape. Instantly she could see where the strange smelling smoke was coming from. The puffing pig was in the very corner where much of the smoke was drifting into the air. Although she felt like doing nothing and sitting in the same spot all night, she knew it wasn’t right.

“Enough is enough!” Yelled Dirtylocks. She took an almighty push off the muddy ground and stood up fiercely. The pigs snorted even louder than before, each one in a different corner of the triangular room.

“C-c-c, you’re not going anywhere. Silly c-c-c curious creature. Stay and have a little fun. Were your friends.” The chomping pig said scathingly.

“You seem like a party girl. Take a whiff of this.” The snorting pig extended his arm (because they all stood on their hind legs) and put a white powder underneath Dirtylocks’ nose.

She looked horrified and scared stiff, for a brief moment Dirtylocks thought the pig were trying to seduce her, but she did as the snorting pig told her and pushed in one of her nostrils and snorted the powder up through her other nostril. Dirtylocks became aware of her breathing, she could not help but to breath deeply, her heart began to pound against the walls of her chest. Suddenly she felt extremely alert, she no longer feared the three pigs but felt as though she could beat them all at once. Time seemed to be flying past; it was like an entirely different world. The whole situation seemed more comfortable now.

Dirtylocks was dancing uncontrollably in the centre of the mud pile surrounded by all three pigs. They were all having such a fun fulfilled time and time kept ticking by.

In a split second, all three pigs assembled together once again in one of the corners; they discussed the final stages of their plot. Dirtylocks did not notice that the three pigs had left the dance floor (if you could call it that), she was too busy dancing and enjoying herself. The three pigs now approached her. The snorting pig and the puffing pig stopped Dirtylocks from spinning; they forced their hooves onto her shoulders. The chomping pig now trotted towards Dirtylocks carrying a white pill.

“You’ve been such a good girl, don’t ruin it now. Here’s something that will make you enjoy yourself even more!” The chomping pig told Dirtylocks. She looked up bewildered. She did not want to make the pigs angry, for they seemed the type to get nasty once angry. “It couldn’t hurt. Everything else I’ve tried has been ok so far” She thought. So she took the pill and began to chomp like the chomping pig, then she took a deep gulp and swallowed the contents in her mouth.

Once again her heart started racing and her breathing got heavier, this time even more so. Dirtylocks’ jaw tightened and felt as though it was going to lock, but it never. All of a sudden she felt really hot and was sweating buckets. She hadn’t had a drink in what seemed an eternity and her mouth was already feeling dry and rough, but now it felt even drier and awful. She started to dehydrate. She needed water or something to drink at least.

“WATER, WATER!” Dirtylocks panted.

“C-C-C-C-C!” The three pigs snorted, they just watched as she went into a panic, snorting and snorting and snorting.

“Here have some mud!” One of the pigs shouted, followed by an encore of further snorting.

Dirtylocks leaped out of the window that she had came into all those hours ago and rolled around in the mounds of soggy dirt that surrounded the sty. She cupped her mouth and slithered like a serpent through the mud swallowing much mud as she slithered. More and more mud she swallowed until she could swallow no more. She looked up at the sty where she had leaped from a few moments ago, but it was gone! Dirtylocks managed to get to her knees, mud drooling out the sides of her bursting mouth. She no longer felt hot or affected by the pigs’ concoctions. Nor could she hear the music or see the flashing lights of many colours anymore. Yet she was still deep into the forest where she had been told never to step foot.

“C-c-c,”

“What was that?” Dirtylocks asked herself, she instantly thought that the three pigs had returned to snort at her some more. She looked over her right shoulder- but nothing. Then her left- but still nothing. She looked in front of her and she could just make out three pink piglets rolling in the mud.

Now some say that Dirtylocks went mad, others say she died from the drugs and others say it never happened at all and she had just made it up because she was mischievous and to get her friends out of bed. All I know is, something happened to Dirtylocks that day, although we may never quite know the truth.

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