George looked down at the rickety wooden bike. Should he buy it? Sure he didn’t have much luck with the straw motorcycle but this was wood. He sighed. Sure he could go with the strong reliable brick one, but wood WAS cheaper.

As George, the little piggy, was cruisin’ home the big bad wolf jumped out of the bushes. “Yo G-Piggy, fork over the cash or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and blow your bike down.”

It was then the George the little piggy realized that he should have gotten the brick bike.

...George was promptly devoured.

...go wolfs.