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Actually, the True Story of the Three Little Pigs
I was bored, and I don’t mean “bored”, I was REALLY BORED, I would even jump off a cliff into water. Imagine me, the wolf, doing that. So I decided to make pig pie, I got the recipe and was excited until… I realised I had no pig so I went to ask my neighbour.
My neighbour was the 1st little pig. I asked him if I could borrow his passed grandmother and obviously he just went to say no sternly, so I went a bit crazy, stealing him, cooking him and all that, BUT one pig wasn’t enough….
I went to his brother to ask for his dearly departed dad and he yelled “NO!” loudly as well. I “accidentally” just stole the 2nd little pig and cooked him again, nearly finishing the pie, but two wasn’t enough….
I was wondering where the 3rd pig’s house was when I saw him walking to his house, so I followed him, but when I got there his house was made of bricks. When he got inside, I did what any wolf would do if they’re breaking into a brick house.
I was huffing and puffing and blew the door open when the COPS got there. I was sure my life would be boring forever, but then…
When I got to jail, I kept huffing on the wall until I saw a crack so I got an idea to huff and puff until the wall broke open. Then I went to the 3rd pigs house and took the 3rd pig and made my delicious pie.
“I love my life!!” I yelled proudly. “I’m going to gobble up my yummy pie!” Wolf shouted excitedly.
CHOMP!!
Matteo S, Year 2