Marina Korsakova – The Three piglets in business. The big game (страница 1)
The Three piglets in business. The big game
Marina Korsakova
© Marina Korsakova, 2025
ISBN 978-5-0064-0140-2
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
Preface for parents
On the one hand, this is a fun book. It’s full of apple pies, cinnamon pears, mushroom soups and all that tasty stuff… perhaps, there are too many carbs in this book, you know!
On the other hand, this is an educational book. It covers planning and control, explains how to resolve conflicts and what types of people there are (apologies, not “people”, of course, but Piglets, Ferrets and Hedgehogs).
This is a children’s book, but like any good children’s book, it is for the adults too.
For the adults doing home renovations, planning to start their own business or raising a child. The book contains important messages, such as “when you build a house for others, don’t forget to ask them about what
It offers advice how to motivate yourself when you’ve lost the strength to keep giong.
It teaches how to act when mistakes are made: recognize, apologize and make better.
In short, this is a book for the children whose parents want them to become successful grown-ups. Successful at work and in relationship. And finally, this is a great book for the adults who also would like to grow up a little.
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Preface
Chapter 1.
The Adventure Begins
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Tea with apricot jam. – New dream. – Who is to roll in yellow leaves? – The medal above the bed. – The end of the piggy bank.
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“It’s good we got rid of Wolf, though!” Biggie said and turned the logs in the fireplace. The days in early September were still warm, but the evenings were getting colder.
“That’s right,” Middle said, stirring apricot jam into his tea.
The currant and sage tea leaves was good by itself, but the jam made it especially fragrant.
Junior thought the same, and twirled his tail in agreement. But he had a thought, which he dared to say out loud for the first time:
“What are we going to do now?”
“Drink tea,” Middle said. “Bake pies. Tomorrow we’ll make rolls…”
There were a lot of apricots this year, and Middle was concerned about using them all up. He believed in using everything wisely. He was very organized and had big plans: cakes, jams, marmalades, apricot marshmallows…
“No,” Junior said. “What are we going to do
The big brothers’ snouts widened in surprise.
“Should we build another small house?” Junior asked. “Or even two. Or not a small house, but a big one? There are many animals in the forest. Wolf might come back. And anyway, it’s not about Wolf… It’s about adventure!”
The big brothers’ snouts stretched forward.
“I’ve been thinking,” Junior continued. “Why do we live in such an… ordinary house? We have only one room and it’s not very pretty… Why don’t we build a
The big brothers’ snouts stretched forward even more, now resembling little elephant trunks. Biggie was the first to get over the surprise and, with a loud sneeze, pulled his snout back in.
“Actually, that kind of makes sense,” he said thoughtfully, addressing no one in particular. Ever since the piglets started living without their parents, Biggie felt responsible for his brothers. “If we build a nice new house for the animals, we will not only do the right thing, but also earn a lot of coins.”
“Why?” Middle asked cautiously. Sometimes he thought that his eldest and youngest brothers had a much better connection between them, despite the age difference.
“So that after we can do another right thing!” replied Junior enthusiastically. ‘We’ll build a house, earn some coins, use those coins to build more houses, then a bakery. There will be a whole city! Come on,” Junior tugged at the Middle’s tail. “It’ll be so fascinating!”
“Fascinating?!” the Middle was annoyed. “How exactly are we going to do that?… We will have to draw a blueprint. Then dig a big hole for the foundation. Build the walls… and the roof. Take care of plaster, paint, flooring. And all these other ideas of yours… a winter garden! It’s not a simple house like ours. And even our house, forgive me for saying, we only managed to build on the third attempt.”
Junior blushed and Biggie smiled.
“Building a new house is much much more complicated!” Middle finished his thought.
“Wait a minute,” Biggie said. “No one is saying that it’s easy. But that what makes it so interesting! At first, we’re bound to make mistakes, how could we not? We do it once, we do it twice and that’s how we learn! But imagine: we will build a great house, one that has been never built in the forest before!” The piglet got even more excited. “The best and strongest one. And the most beautiful. All the animals will admire it and be proud of us! And then the piglets will go down in history as the best builders!”
Middle shrugged his shoulders and poured tea into large clay mugs.
“Don’t you want it?” Biggie continued. “And we’ll earn lots of coins, to fill not just one piggy bank, but ten! You will be able to buy anything you want: all the paints, books, bicycles! A big stove and the best jam pots!”
“I’m not sure,” said Middle thoughtfully. “I have everything I need.”
He put his rubber boots on and stepped out of the house. He had to prune the rose bushes.
Not everyone knows that the heroic three piglets who rid the forest of Wolf were not the only piglets living in the forest. In fact, there were three more piglets! They lived in the Railway Neighborhood, a spruce forest not far from the station. Unlike
That day the sky was gloomy and the air smelled of mushrooms as it does after the rain. As he was walking along the bridge over the river, Middle heard a loud whistle. The Striped piglets were swaggering towards him.
“Hi, bro!” the eldest Striped said. They were all the same height, but the eldest wore a jaunty cap.
“Hello,” replied Middle politely. Other forest inhabitants were quite afraid of the Striped, but The Pink piglets considered them cousins and got along well with them.
“How are you?” asked the Striped in a cap, spitting out acorn shells. “What’s up?”
“We’re thinking of building a house.”
“Why?” The Striped were surprised. “You already have a house.”
“Yeah,” Middle said. “But we want a big house with a winter garden. So that other animals can live there. The business. Wanna join?”
“Nah,” the eldest Striped answered. “We’ve got lots to do. You know, stuff like fishing, chewing acorns. Then when the leaves turn yellow, we’ll have to roll in them. And building… It’s too much responsibility. And winter’s coming soon.”
“Sure,” Middle agreed. The responsibility troubled him a lot. So many things could go wrong: not enough timbers, the roof could cave in… The tools, the boards, the bricks! Truth be told, Middle himself thought that it would be better to just make jam in peace, and, after all, to roll around in yellow leaves, but for some reason he didn’t want to agree with The Striped piglets right now.
“There is this guy in the hood,” another striped piglet without a cap spat. “He also wanted to do this… Business thing! He set up a shop with all sorts of stuff! And guess what? He spent all the piggy bank money and went broke! Nah, business isn’t our thing. We’ll find an easy job somewhere… A part-time, maybe.”
“Well, bro,” the third Striped summed up. “You do your thing. And we’ll do ours. Ciao!”
The eldest Striped lifted his cap, and ll three disappeared into the bushes.