The waiter leaned in, unable to hide his curiosity any longer.
“Sir,” he said, lowering his voice, “you’ve had nothing but water all night. Aren’t you hungry? Don’t you want something sweet? Or at least… something with flavor?”
The third little piggy wiped his mouth, glanced at his brothers, and then smiled—a slow, mischievous smile.
“Oh, I’m very satisfied,” he said calmly. “In fact… I’m just getting ready.”
“Getting ready for what?” the waiter asked.
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