By Leila and Ryder

Grandson I am going to tell you about something very important. Never ever ever go to the 3 little pigs house. I will tell you what happened to me.

Once upon a time there lived 3 little pigs. I wanted to eat with them because my mother had made the most delicious soup and I just wanted to share it. So they let me come in.

They sat down to eat and the pigs did something I did not like at all. The scooted chairs to the far end of the table away from me then they ate all the soup. I got so mad that I went outside and huffed and I puffed and I blew the one little pig’s house down.

Then two little pigs survived and ran over to the second little pig’s house, but the one that   couldn’t get out I ate him.  They ran to this stick house but I huffed and puffed and blew the house down. The third little pig ran to his house, but the second little pig got stuck and I ate him. I felt really good after that, but I was still hungry.

He ran to the third little pig’s house I huffed and puffed but this time it didn’t come down I tried again and again but the house was too mighty.  Finally I took my biggest blow I ever took this I blew so hard that 2 little pigs flew out of me. Then the other pig opened the door and they quickly ran into the house and locked the door.

There was only 1 more entrance the chimney I decided to make a disguise I had to get a red suit, and some holiday cheer.  I was going to be Santa.  The little pigs heard Ho ho ho and then they saw Santa.  What said the 2nd pig Christmas is 2 months away. That’s not true it is in the middle of the summer said the 3rd little pig.

Well we are doing an early arrival this year just then his suit fell off it’s not Santa it’s the big bad wolf!!  Then I charged them they moved and I went right into their soup and burned myself and I never came back again and the 3 little pigs lived happily ever after. They got to live happily ever after and I did not. Never go to the three little pig home. The End.