That afternoon, the wind began to blow.
Leaves danced through the air.
Branches swayed.
Porky's straw house made a funny little rustling sound.
"Perhaps I should add another bundle," he said.
Trotter helped him.
Together they tied the straw more tightly.
Then they visited Snout's brick house.
It was warm and sturdy.
"Your house is very strong," said Trotter.
Snout smiled.
"Yours is strong enough too. We just built them differently."
The brothers spent the afternoon helping one another.
By sunset, the wind had become calm again.
They sat together outside and watched the first stars appear.
Porky yawned.
"Do you think anyone will ever know about our houses?"
Snout shook his head.
"Probably not."
Trotter smiled.
"Maybe that is all right."
The brothers went inside.
They did not know that stories have a funny way of finding their way into the world.
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