The book begins as a clever retelling of the classic Three Little Pigs. The pigs and the wolves have changed parts, and the building materials have been upgraded, but the classic story remains...the big bad pig is coming to destroy the home that the wolves have worked so hard to build. But in this story, the big bad pig is prepared to blow the house down no matter how well it is built and the attacks escallate. Explosives are launched, once again their home is completely obliterated, and the wolves "just managed to escape with their fluffy tails scorched". At this point, the wolves have resigned themselves to the fact that the pig will never leave them alone and it's no use to build again. They go off to live in the open and plant a few sweet smelling flowers. It isn't long before the big bad pig reappears, but this time he's subdued both by the pretty flowers and by the fact there's no longer a home asking to be obliterated, and the weary wolves invite the pig to live with them happily ever after. What's the moral of the story? If you find yourself being terrorized and victimized, the fiend that's after you really wants to be friends with you if only you'll share? Call me a stick-in-the-mud, but I think this would be a very unhealthy message for children who haven't been blessed with story-book perfect lives of their own and who may have a big bad pig or two in their own lives to contend with.