Once upon a time there were three little pigs who had come of age. Their mother sent them off out into the world as it was time for them to seek their fortunes.
As they waved goodbye to their mum she reminded them to work hard and do the best they could in life.
The first pig was all for an easy life and built himself a small house made of straw.
The second pig wanted his house to be a bit more sturdy and so he created his from sticks.
The third pig was much brighter than his brothers and created a house of stone.
Enter the big, bad wolf.
The wolf was rather partial to the taste of piggies and could smell the three brothers from miles away.
He came upon the first pig in his house of straw and said, “Let me in, Let me in little pig, or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”
“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin”, said the first pig.
But of course a house made of straw offers no protection at all and so the first little piggie was eaten by the wolf.
The following evening the wolf came upon the second pig in his house of sticks and said, “Let me in, Let me in little pig, or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”
“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin”, said the second pig.
Sure, the wolf had to blow a little harder this time but it was worth it – the second little piggie tasted just as nice as the first one.
Having built up quite an appetite the wolf then went to the third pig’s house, the one made of stone. Again, he said, “Let me in, Let me in little pig, or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”
“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin”, said the third pig.
And so the wolf huffed and puffed and huffed and puffed again but that stone house stood firm and he could see no easy way in.
Having the taste of little juicy piggies on his tongue still the wolf was determined to find a way in though and so, after much fur scratching, he climbed onto the roof where he found a chimney.
Being a sneaky wolf he quietly lowered himself down, thinking how clever he was and imagining the third little piggie as he licked his lips.
The wolf landed in a large pot of boiling hot water that the third piggie had already prepared beneath the chimney.
The wolf leapt into the air and straight out of the chimney. That boiling water hurt him so much that he vowed to only ever attack pigs in straw and stick houses from now on.
How well are you defending your computer or network?
Are your defences made of straw, sticks or stone?
And are you defending every point of entry?
photo: Dennis Matheson