The three little pigs

I am the last pig in the three little pigs story and this is what really happened.
One day my friends (Jim and Jay) and I were shopping for ways to better our houses. Jim found straw, Jay found wood and I found brick. Later that day we had all finished and retired for the night.

The next day a wolf came through our little town. He sauntered to Jim's house and demanded to be let in. "No chance" Jim called and the wolf ran at the house knocking it over and swallowed Jim whole.
The following day the wolf went to Jay's house. The same thing happened and he swallowed Jay whole. I knew the next day it would be my turn but I had a plan.

The following day the wolf demanded to be let in my house. "No chance" I called and then the wolf tried the way that proved successful before but instead bounced from my walls. He refused to give in and climbed my roof where he climbed down the chimney and at the bottom he looked at me and then down the barrel of my gun. I shot him and there he laid dead.