I tend to collect beautifully bound books from used book stores on my travels, and recently picked up a hardback Harvard Classic's Collector's Edition of Aesop's Fables, Grimm's Tales, and Hans Christian Anderson's Tales. I cracked it open earlier this week with the intention of reading one tale a night, and a goal of completing one illustration devoted to a tale a week. I'm working on the first drawing and guache illustration now, but stumbled upon this gem of a video this morning and thought I'd share.

From The Guardian newspaper, this short video clip brings the old fairytale of the Three Little Pigs into this world of information frenzy and news as entertainment. It's startling to see our little childhood characters (still in my head sketched in overalls housed in romantic pastures), placed in a dark world of mortgages, loud buses, computers, and conspiracy. Read the Robert Krulwich's column for his take on the video and "Open Journalism."

Curious about the original story, I scooped this text from The Green Fairy Book, one of the older versions of The Three Little Pigs published in 1906 by Longmans, Green and Co. (Did you ever read a version when they had names?)
There was once upon a time a pig who lived with her three children on a large, comfortable, old-fashioned farmyard. The eldest of the little pigs was called Browny, the second Whitey, and the youngest and best looking Blacky. Now Browny was a very dirty little pig, and I'm sorry to say spent most of his time rolling and wallowing about in the mud. He was never so happy as on a wet day, when the mud in the farmyard got soft, and thick, and slab. Then he would steal away from his mother's side, and finding the muddiest place in the yard, would roll about in it and thoroughly enjoy himself. His mother often found fault with him for this, and would shake her head sadly and say : 'Ah, Browny! some day you will be sorry that you did not obey your old mother.' But no words of advice or warning could cure Browny of his bad habits...
You can revisit your childhood and continue reading this version online.

As we grow up and as a culture so far away from those landscapes and lifestyles portrayed in our "classic" fairytales, I'm so mixed from being nostalgic for the quiet and simple days of my farm version of The Three Little Pigs, and loving the excitement and creative reality of newer versions. Remember this one?

By my chinny chin chin!
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