room for more in this house,” Ted said,
and he showed Max around the house.
Everything was blue and tall and skinny,
and Max noticed that there were 9 of
everything – 9 tall chairs, 9 long skinny
beds, and so on. “See what I mean? No
room for more. My cousin Red used
to play too, but he’s more interested in
weightlifting. He moved out because our
doors got too narrow for his shoulders,”
“Wow! I’d like to meet Red,” Max
“He lives right next door,” said Ted. “He’s
a really great guy. He’d love for you to
“Great! I think I will!” decided Max.
They went back outside and Max looked
at the large red house next door. It was so
big it looked like a castle! A really big pig
was out front lifting weights. This pig was
so tall and broad and muscular that Max
was a little nervous, but he plucked up his
courage and introduced himself.
“Oh, hello!” boomed the big pig in a big
deep voice. “I’m Red. I saw you come over
from Ted’s house. Those guys are like
string beans. No meat on their bones!”
“Yes, well, I’m a vegetarian,” Max lied
with a nervous laugh, thinking now was
not the time to mention his love of bacon.
“I live here with some friends from the
gym,” Red explained. “Come in and say
hi. They’ll get a kick out of meeting a
vegetarian wolf!” So they went into the
big red castle.
As Max stepped through the front door,
he saw that everything was red. There was
a red rug. There was a red dining room
table with 9 chairs. On the wall hung 9
pictures, each with the smiling face of a
big pig with a weightlifting trophy. In
another room, Max saw 9 big beds. “So 9
of you live here?” Max asked.
“Oh, yes,” answered Red. “ We couldn’t fit
anyone else in here. Nine is just right. It’s
funny, now that I think of it - there are
9 pigs in every house on Decimal Street.
Each of us has a house that is just the
right size with no room for more. Hey,
would you like to stay for lunch? We’re
having protein slop. It’s the best!”
“Um, no thanks,” said Max. “My mom
has lunch waiting for me at home in the
“Come back any time!” boomed Red, and
the other big pigs echoed, “Yes! Come
back and visit!” as they slurped their
“I will do that,” promised Max. He left
Red’s big red castle house. He ran past
Ted’s tall blue house. He ran past Juan’s
little green house. He ran past the
Decimal Street sign and into the forest.
He ran all the way to his own house,
where his mother was waiting.
Max told his mother all about Decimal
Street. He told her about Juan, Ted, and
Red. He told her how there were 9 people
in every house and sleepovers weren’t
allowed. “They all play together all day,
but they have to go home every night. I
had so much fun on Decimal Street, and
the pigs were all so nice!” Max exclaimed
as he ate his BLT. He quietly thought for
a minute, then suggested, “Hey, Mom?
Maybe tomorrow we should have roast
beef for lunch.”
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