By Mandi
Once upon a time, there were three Mojo Lions. Each one built a homepage to call their own. The first and youngest Mojo Lion built his homepage out of straw, using an online website builder because he wasn’t very good at site design and wanted something up quick.
The second Mojo Lion was a little more skilled, so he built his homepage out of sticks using a program on his own computer. He added a few cool features, some outside links, and even a video clip. He was satisfied that his homepage was cool.
The third little Mojo Lion built his homepage out of brick. He was a skilled programmer, and had Java, Flash, Cold Fusion, and some really cool interactive features. He even added an SSL Certificate.
All of the Mojo Lions sat back and waited for their homepages to make them the next internet millionaires.
One day, a Big Bad Hacker came crawling across the web. He came to the homepage of the first Mojo Lion and said, “Little Lion, Little Lion, let me in!” The Mojo Lion wisely responded “Not by the hair of my chinny-chin chin!” The Big Bad Hacker then sent him an IM saying “Then I will huff! And I will Puff, and I will hack your homepage in!” The Big Bad Hacker proceeded to huff and puff, use some software, and hacked that little Lion’s homepage right in. The Little Mojo Lion ran to his older brother’s homepage, the one made of sticks.
He quickly told his brother what had transpired, but his brother felt pretty confident that he had secure passwords (using both upper and lowercase letters, numbers and a special character) and was safe from the Big Bad Hacker. They sat back and watched some funny videos on Ebaum’s World. They were laughing at something when they heard the Big Bad Hacker outside. He came up to the homepage made of sticks and yelled, “Little Lions, Little Lions, let me in!” Now, they both responded with “Not by the hairs of our chinny-chin chins.” This just irritated the Big Bad Hacker who yelled, “Then I will Huff! And I will Puff! And I will HACK your site in!” Now he ran some password hack software, he huffed and puffed, and in less than one minute, he had hacked right into the homepage made of sticks.
Both of the hacked Mojo Lions ran to their oldest brother’s homepage, the one made of brick. The told him what had happened to their homepages. He quickly made sure that his firewalls were up, that he had closed off all of his ports and that all of his security software was in place. Then they all sat down to play flash games. Not too long after that, the Big Bad Hacker showed up and yelled, “Little Lions, Little Lions, Let me in.” Now, even though this response had not led to the best results earlier, all three Mojo Lions sent back the reply of “Not by the hairs of our chinny-chin chins!” Predictably, the Big Bad Hacker followed the course that had been working out for him very well thus far. He screamed, “Then I will Huff, and I will Puff, and I will hack your homepage in.”
While the Big Bad Hacker ran programs that bounced harmlessly of the firewall, and tried to use everything he had ever learned, visited some Hacker forums and even sent IM’s to the other Big Bad Hackers he knew, the oldest Mojo Lion called the FBI and had the Big Bad Hacker sent of to Club Fed for the next ten to fifteen years. The Mojo Lions then had a party where the invited all of the Lionesses they had met on MySpace over, found some that weren’t too hideous and they all lived happily ever after.
The End
Once upon a time, there were three Mojo Lions. Each one built a homepage to call their own. The first and youngest Mojo Lion built his homepage out of straw, using an online website builder because he wasn’t very good at site design and wanted something up quick.
The second Mojo Lion was a little more skilled, so he built his homepage out of sticks using a program on his own computer. He added a few cool features, some outside links, and even a video clip. He was satisfied that his homepage was cool.
The third little Mojo Lion built his homepage out of brick. He was a skilled programmer, and had Java, Flash, Cold Fusion, and some really cool interactive features. He even added an SSL Certificate.
All of the Mojo Lions sat back and waited for their homepages to make them the next internet millionaires.
One day, a Big Bad Hacker came crawling across the web. He came to the homepage of the first Mojo Lion and said, “Little Lion, Little Lion, let me in!” The Mojo Lion wisely responded “Not by the hair of my chinny-chin chin!” The Big Bad Hacker then sent him an IM saying “Then I will huff! And I will Puff, and I will hack your homepage in!” The Big Bad Hacker proceeded to huff and puff, use some software, and hacked that little Lion’s homepage right in. The Little Mojo Lion ran to his older brother’s homepage, the one made of sticks.
He quickly told his brother what had transpired, but his brother felt pretty confident that he had secure passwords (using both upper and lowercase letters, numbers and a special character) and was safe from the Big Bad Hacker. They sat back and watched some funny videos on Ebaum’s World. They were laughing at something when they heard the Big Bad Hacker outside. He came up to the homepage made of sticks and yelled, “Little Lions, Little Lions, let me in!” Now, they both responded with “Not by the hairs of our chinny-chin chins.” This just irritated the Big Bad Hacker who yelled, “Then I will Huff! And I will Puff! And I will HACK your site in!” Now he ran some password hack software, he huffed and puffed, and in less than one minute, he had hacked right into the homepage made of sticks.
Both of the hacked Mojo Lions ran to their oldest brother’s homepage, the one made of brick. The told him what had happened to their homepages. He quickly made sure that his firewalls were up, that he had closed off all of his ports and that all of his security software was in place. Then they all sat down to play flash games. Not too long after that, the Big Bad Hacker showed up and yelled, “Little Lions, Little Lions, Let me in.” Now, even though this response had not led to the best results earlier, all three Mojo Lions sent back the reply of “Not by the hairs of our chinny-chin chins!” Predictably, the Big Bad Hacker followed the course that had been working out for him very well thus far. He screamed, “Then I will Huff, and I will Puff, and I will hack your homepage in.”
While the Big Bad Hacker ran programs that bounced harmlessly of the firewall, and tried to use everything he had ever learned, visited some Hacker forums and even sent IM’s to the other Big Bad Hackers he knew, the oldest Mojo Lion called the FBI and had the Big Bad Hacker sent of to Club Fed for the next ten to fifteen years. The Mojo Lions then had a party where the invited all of the Lionesses they had met on MySpace over, found some that weren’t too hideous and they all lived happily ever after.
The End