Three little pigs
It's a story about three pigs and some houses from what I can work out.The pigs couldn't find anyone to fill their quota in the first house, so they try next door. The huffing and probably a fair amount of puffing was going on by the wolf in his house. Doing no harm to no one. Along came the three pigs. They must of smelt the puffing. But the pigs didn't ask if they could come in - the wolf never got the opportunity to tell them he wouldn't let them in by the hair of any part of his face or to espouse the relative merits of the construction and material of his home because the pigs invoked the Misuse of Drugs Act meaning they didn't need a search warrant to enter and they just charged on in once the door was open... and then the wolf shot the pigs and their dog.
The moral of the story? More excuses to arm police, more drug prohibition hysteria.
My first reaction to news of this incident was, good job - that will teach them to mind their own business: those petty, pathetic cops. Break those sticky beaks. When I saw that petty, pathetic Supt. Cliff snivelling and blubbing on TV tonight it underscored how one's first reactions are usually right. More pointless victims of prohibition hysteria - the police, the stoners and the dog.