I’m Not BAD!!! The Pigs Are!!!
By: Ashton, Tyler, and Kate
Hello, I am the wolf. All of you know the story of the three little pigs, and the big bad wolf right? But now I am going to tell you the true story. I was walking in the woods, when I saw 3 houses, one made out of straw, one made out of sticks, and the last one is made out of bricks. I wanted to be friends, so then I went to see if they were home. I had NO idea that they were pigs, ham is my favorite food, and I was feeling hungry.
When I went to the first pig’s door and knocked on his little straw house, I noticed it was unsteady. He told me not to come in, and threw some seeds through the window. He told me to plant something with them, but the pig didn’t know that I was allergic to seeds, so I huffed, and I puffed, and I sneezed the house down… Only to see the pig, dead, in the middle of a pile of straw. And since ham is my favorite food, I gobbled him up.
When I went to the second pig’s door and knocked on his medium stick house, I realized it was a little unsteady. That pig who was nicer let me inside, and when I saw him, it was hard to resist the fat little pig. I raced toward him, but then I stopped in front of a plate full of cookies. I am allergic to cookies, I started to run outside the house before I sneezed, but it was too late. I sneezed. I blew the little house down, and saw the other pig laying on the ground. And though I was full, I still gobbled him up, and set of to the next pig’s house.
At this point I new the other one was a pig, so instead of making a friend, I tried to break into his sturdy brick house. He did not let me in, and I think I kind of raged. So this time instead of sneezing, I actually huffed, and puffed, and blew! Of course I couldn’t knock down that house, so I started climbing up the side of the huge brick house. But that little pig was ready! He made a quick fire, and put a pot of boiling water on top of the fire. I was very stupid in my young age, and I didn’t look before I jumped. So when I went down the chimney, my bottom turned red. I ran out of the pig’s house screaming, and from then on, I never ate ham, unless I bought it and cooked it. THE END!!!