The Real Story

A long  time ago, before The Three Little Pigs story was invented, there was a different story, an experience.  I know that I am blowing your mind about the other story, but this “other story” is a story about what really happened.

Once upon a… oh, skip that part.  You know it already.  One day, in a cottage in the woods three little wolves were born.  The one was clueless.  Another was very funny.  The third one was very intelligent.  They all had their own personalities.  They were all very different.

But one day their tiny little cottage began to get too tight.  The little wolves were now full grown wolves.  So the intelligent one decided that they should build their own houses.  So they had a meeting about the dangers and benefits of having their own houses.  

They talked about everything at the meeting except the Mean Mad Pig.  The Mean Mad Pig is the most horrendous thing that you would ever see, if you ever see it.  The pig barely ever came out of its cave.   

The three little wolves were once the happiest living creatures on the face of the planet, until the day of doom.  It was sunny afternoon on the day that they have finished building their houses.  They also built back-up houses in case of emergency.  That was surprisingly the funny wolf’s idea.

The clueless wolf’s houses were made of clouds, so they were just made of thin, see-through, weak fog.  The funny wolf’s houses were made of teeth and rocks that she had collected over time.  And the intelligent pig made his houses out of indestructible, invisible glass.

Once they were all settled in their houses, they started to hear faint footsteps in the distance.  Those footsteps then thundered into enormous, loud footsteps that shook the houses.  The wolves were as frightened as ever.  They started howling and screaming, but nothing seemed to scare of the monster before them.  The intelligent wolf then recognized the dark figure as the Mean Mad Pig.

When the Mean Mad Pig was only 3 feet away from the house built with clouds that poorly hid the clueless wolf.  With one swift swing of the tail, the Mean Mad Pig hit that house right down and the clouds rose back up to the sky.  He did the same for that one back-up house once he noticed it.  The clueless wolf had no idea what to do, until the funny wolf screamed for him to come into his flower house.  The screaming gave away their hiding spots.

The Mean Mad Pig then fiercely walked over to the teeth houses and swung his tail and hit them both down.  He got quite a bit scraped then, and he snorted with fury.  The only houses standing were the glass houses.  The funny wolf dragged the clueless wolf across the valley and into the back-up house made of indestructible glass.  The Mean Mad Pig was very confused.  He thought that the 3 wolves were just standing there, unprotected.  The Mean Mad Pig didn’t know that they were standing inside invisible glass.  So he tried swinging his tail and hitting the invisible houses, but it didn’t work.  Instead, he had hurt his tail so much that he started to sprint back into the distance, wailing in a melancholy tone.  For the rest of the day the three little wolves lived as happy as can be.

But the next day, the pig came back, not looking mean, not looking mad, just sad.  The clueless and funny wolves both fainted, but the intelligent one took courage and spoke to the pig.

“Excuse me, Mr. M.M. Pig.  Why are you looking so depressed?”

“I don’t have any friends, and when I attacked you yesterday I realised that being abominable doesn’t get me any,”  he said.  “Will you be my friend?”   The wolf hesitated.  Was the pig being truthful, or was this a sly scheme?  But when the wolf looked into the pig’s eyes, he saw a mixture of sadness and hopefulness.  

 

 

“Of course I will,” said thy brainy wolfiness.  Then he woke up is “dead” siblings, as the funny one called it.

by Summer S. and by Mae B.