Bacon Town: The Seven Thousand Pigs

Once upon a time, there were seven million pigs. These seven million pigs lived among each other in Sanaa, Yemen. Although these pigs were not wealthy and were severely malnourished, they built a community called Bacon Town. Bacon Town was located on the bottom of the hill and contained identical charcoal black houses with withered brown shutters and sturdy ash colored doors. At the top of the hill, was a blood red house that stood out amongst the rest of the dreary houses, which belonged to the Wolf. The Wolf’s house dazzled in the sun; the diamond encrusted door knob glared down at the seven million pigs in poverty. Every day at 6 p.m., the evil brown Wolf and his Wolfies would leave their extravagant house and barrage their way into Pig Town looking for dinner, sending the seven million pigs into a squealing frenzy of a pale pink mass.
“No! No! No! Not by the hairs on my skinny chinny chin chin,” said pig in house number 3607.
“Fine. Then I will huff and puff and blow your food away,” the cackling, evil Wolf said.
The Wolf and his fellow Wolfies would angrily leave, stomping their feet towards the barren dirt road, creating dust showers in the air and journeying towards the forest. Gathering as much sturdy wood as they could, the Wolf and his Wolfies returned to house 3607 and began unfolding their evil plan. One by one they barricaded the door and windows with wood, as to not let anyone or anything out or in the house. “No! Someone help me,” squealed the pig.
However, none of the other pigs came to the help of pig 3607 and the Wolf could not be stopped.
The next day at 6 p.m., the Wolf went down to the bottom of the hill and decided to go to house number