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Now here was a pig that knew how to construct a house. It had a rectangular form with a height of two stories. The foundation was low stone, and the broad gable porch complemented the wood shingled gable roof. The exterior was all stretcher red brick. At the front was a fanlight door.

I marched up to Mr. T. L. Pig's front door and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

"Not by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin," he responded.I had to prove to him how structurally sound his house was. So, I huffed and I puffed, and I huffed and I puffed, and I huffed and I puffed, but I couldn’t blow his house in. Mr. T. L. Pig still wouldn't come out, so I decided to check the roof to see if there was a chimney through which I might make contact. Climbing onto the roof I spotted a central interior brick chimney. I tripped as I leaned over to call, and fell down the chimney. I descended the two floors to a pot of boiling water in the hearth of the fireplace. Right then and there I decided to share my architectural skills with another client, and hurried on my way.