The first two piggies suddenly went very quiet. They exchanged nervous looks but said nothing.
The third piggy leaned back in his chair, patted his belly, and said:
“Well… you see…”
He paused just long enough to build suspense.
“I’ve been drinking all this water so I can go home and…”
The waiter blinked.
“…blow the house down.”
For a second, there was complete silence.
Then—
The first piggy jumped out of his seat. “I KNEW IT!”
The second piggy grabbed his napkin and yelled, “I told you we should’ve ordered takeout!”
Chairs scraped loudly as both of them scrambled toward the door.
The waiter stood frozen, trying to process what he had just heard.
Meanwhile, the third little piggy calmly stood up, stretched, and tossed a few coins onto the table.
“Best meal I’ve had in ages,” he said cheerfully.
Then he added, with a wink:
“And now… it’s time for some fresh air.”
By the time the waiter rushed to the window, the first two piggies were already sprinting down the street, panicking and arguing about whose house was stronger.
And the third?
He strolled behind them, whistling happily… clearly in no rush at all.