Using the resources from their tropical haven, each of them built a beautiful home for themselves. One built a house of rare but strong lallang while another constructed a house of sticks. The third one created a house of dung, clay and all kinds of grass and creepers shaped into bricks and baked in a small kiln. When they were finished, the three little kancils were satisfied with their handiwork and home so they settled down and lived in peace and self-determination.
Tragically, their idyllic haven was soon shattered most unexpectedly. One hot and humid day, a big bad wolf descended upon them with expansionist ideas.
He saw the well-fattened kancils and grew very hungry physically and ideologically.
When the three little kancils saw the wolf, they ran helter skelter and sought refuge in the house of lallang.
The wolf ran up to the house and banged on the door, shouting, "Hello there, little kancils! It's only me - Mr. Wolfy Wolf! Please let me in! It is terribly hot out here and I need a glass of cold water."
The kancils shouted back, "Your deceitful tactics will not beguile us and we have united to defend our homes and culture."
Aha! Big bad wolves do not give up easily - especially when it came to servile and delicate-looking kancils no matter how much muscle they had. The wolf was adamant that the three little kancils must not deny him of what he thought to be his manifest destiny. So he huffed and puffed and blew down the house of lallang. The frightened kancils ran to the house of sticks, with the wolf in hot pursuit.
Sadly, where the house had stood, Mr. Wolfy had already put Plan A into action. Other wolves bought up the land from him and started an oil palm plantation.They grew richer and richer as they took the land from the kancils and other living creatures of La-La-Land.
At the house of sticks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, "Little, kancils, little darlings, let me in! Don't be shy! It's only me, Mr. Wolfy Wolf."
The three little kancils shouted back, "Go and see your Maker, you evil, idiotic, carnivorous, imperialistic oppressor!"
At this, the enraged wolf huffed and puffed and blew down the house of sticks. The kancils ran to the house of bricks, with the wolf chased them so closely at their heels until they could smell his bad breath even though they were in the lead.
One of them turned back and gasped. Where the house of sticks had stood, Mr. Wolf had already put Plan B into place. Other evil wolves built a time-share condo resort complex for vacationing wolves, with each unit a fibreglass reconstruction of the house of sticks, as well as native curio shops, snorkeling in man-made lakes and tiger shows.
At the house of bricks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, "Little kancils, little kancils, please let me in! I am old and weary and this is not the way for a good wolf like me to die."
This time in response, the pigs sang solidarity songs and wrote letters of protest to the United Nations. They also hung banners (written in proper English) to express their outrage.
By now the wolf was getting angry at the kancils' refusal to see the situation from the carnivore's point of view. So he huffed and puffed, and huffed and puffed, then grabbed his chest and fell over dead from a massive heart attack brought on from eating too many fatty foods. The three little kancils rejoiced that justice had triumphed and did a little dance around the corpse of the wolf.
Their next step was to liberate their homeland from this idiotic Mr. Wolfy Wolf and his band of bandit wolves who did not even bother to disguise themselves with sheep's clothing!
They gathered together a band of other kancils who had been forced off their lands the same way that Mr. Wolfy Wolf had launched his assault on them. This new brigade of heroic kancils attacked the resort complex Terminator-style with the latest artillery sponsored by Steven Spileberg and other wealthy kancils living in richer and more peaceful lands from afar. Their wonderful machine-guns and rocket launchers annihilated the cruel wolf oppressors, sending a clear signal to the rest of the hemisphere not to meddle in their internal affairs. Then the kancils set up a model democractic tropical jungle with free education, universal health care and affordable housing for everyone.
* This IS a fairy tale after all.:-)
Please note: The wolf and kancils in this story is a metaphorical construct. No actual wolves or kancils were harmed in the writing of the story. Any resemblance to any living creature big or small, dead or alive or yet to be born is a pure coincidence. :-) This is a work of humour, satire and parody. That means the statements and information contained in these pages are by no means fact, and are offered solely as comedy material or as individual opinion.
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