You can learn a lot from children’s stories, if you’re willing to give them more than a cursory glance. Today we look at “The Three Little Pigs.”
Once upon a time there were three little pigs, and the time came for them to leave home and seek their fortunes. What those fortunes were, no one knows. Perhaps loads of mud or corn cobs?
Before they left, their mother told them, “Whatever you do, do it the best that you can because that’s the way to get along in the world.”
So the three pigs set out to seek their cobs…um, fortunes.
The first little pig, who was a tad bit on the lazy side, decided the first thing he wanted to do was to build a house for himself. But he took the easy way out, and built his house of straw. Not a lot of resale value there.
The second little pig, not quite as lazy but still a little bit so, also decided to invest in some real estate. But he won’t see much return either, since he built his home in an area with a bad school district and really high crime rate. And he used sticks to build his home.
The third little pig apparently got the brains in the family, because when he built his home, he invested in a corner lot in a great neighborhood, with choice schools, no crime, and near some great parks and the mall. He built his house of sturdy brick, and installed a mud pit and stainless steel slop trough.
One night, while the first pig was watching Jeopardy and getting all the questions wrong, the Big Bad Wolf showed up, and said, “Dude, let me in or I’ll blow down your crib.” (The wolf was from the south-central part of town.)
The pig refused, so BBW took a deep breath and blew on the little house until it was just a big pile of hay. He then had a BLT, heavy on the B.
The next night, BBW went to the second pig’s house, and the scene repeated itself. Long story short, the wolf dined on a delicious plate of bacon and scallop roll-ups, since he had been to the shore the prior weekend.
The next night, feeling quite confident, the wolf went to the third pig’s house. Seeing that it was made of brick, and knowing his lung capacity wouldn’t be enough, BBW climbed up to the top of the house, and took a peek down the chimney, looking for a way in.
But the smart pig saw BBW climbing, and he quickly lit a fire and put a big pot of water on to boil. The wolf was so intent on looking for his way in that he slipped and fell down into the pot.
The pig dined on a wolf-loaf for weeks.
The lesson here for consumers? Build a big fire and wait for identity thieves to fall in your pot.
Not really. But we can learn from the third little pig to be prepared. Don’t wait to become a victim of identity theft. Be proactive.
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