The three pigs had lots of wolf stew leftover, even with eating like pigs.   “I can’t eat another bite,” the oldest pig said. “But I hate to waste good food.”

“Maybe we could invite someone over,” the middle pig said.

“As long as it’s not that scary wolf,” the youngest said. “Never mind. I forgot.” He giggled.

“Let’s go talk to the three bears. They don’t live far from here,” the oldest pig said.

Papa Bear opened the door just a crack when they knocked. “Oh, it’s you,” he said, and opened the door wider.   “I thought it was that little human girl that wouldn’t stop bothering us.”

“We had a wolf like that,” the middle pig said.

“So we ate him,” the youngest pig said. He looked quite pleased.

The bear raised a brow. “Isn’t that a little extreme?” He asked.

“It was really more of an accident,” the oldest pig said. “He was climbing down our chimney to try to eat us and landed in a pot of boiling water we happened to have on the fire.”

“All right then,” Papa bear said. “I guess it’s not my business. It wasn’t clever of him at all to climb down a chimney when the fire was lit.”

“Right,” the middle pig said. He smiled widely.

“So why have you come to visit?” Papa bear asked.

“We have too much wolf soup,” The oldest pig said. “We thought we could invite some friends over to share it.”

“We are getting a little tired of oatmeal. It stores well, but it seems like porridge is all we eat any more.   If you’d like, we could bring some of that over?”

“Sounds great!” The youngest pig said. He bounced on his hind hooves.

The dinner party was fabulous and they decided they’d have to have another.   The pigs served baked apples at the end and everyone nibbled at them feeling content. “It’s nice to have lots of food, Papa,” Baby bear said.

“It is,” Papa bear agreed.

“Does everyone have lots of food?” Baby bear asked.

“No dear,” Mama bear said. “Not everyone does.”

“Then we should bring them the rest!” Baby bear said. His little face looked determined.

“Yes, let’s!” The youngest pig said.

“Fine,” the oldest pig said. “We still have the rest of the barrel of apples to share too.”

“Who should we bring all this food to?” The middle pig asked.

“Well, there’s old mother Hubbard and her poor little dog,” Mama Bear said.

“And that woman who lives in the shoe with all those children. I think that little girl who bothers us all the time lives there. She does seem pretty hungry,” Papa Bear said.

The oldest pig frowned. “If we deliver the food, they may try to catch and eat us,” he said.

Papa bear laughed. “That might be true. I’ll bring it over. I’ll hold out the food in front of me so they don’t get scared and attack me.   People are so weird,” he said.

Mother Hubbard shrieked when she saw the bear, but her little dog whined and pushed past her when he smelled the food. When she realized the bear was bringing food for her and her little dog, Mother Hubbard cried. Papa Bear wasn’t sure how to deal with that.

“There, there,” he said awkwardly. “It’s from us and the three pigs.” He handed over the food and wheeled his wagon over to the shoe house.   Curious children instantly mobbed him.

“Hi, Mr. Bear,” said a tiny child. “Why are you so fuzzy?”

Papa Bear saw a little girl with golden curls rush inside. The old woman came out soon after, looking nervous.   She also cried when she saw the food.   The children yelled and cheered and hugged him. It was hard to break free and leave.

Papa Bear reported back to his family and the three pigs. “That’s so nice,” Baby Bear said. “We should do that again too!” And they did.