The REAL Story of the Three Little Pigs

The REAL Story of the Three Little Pigs

 

By The Wolf (a.ka. Amanda)

    One day I was making invitations for my birthday.  I did not have a telephone yet so I had to deliver the invitations by hand.  I invited the Three Little Pigs to my party.

So I walked up the hill to the first little pig’s house.  As you know there was no door slot because he was silly.  So, I said, “Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?” No reply.  So I said, “Maybe he’ll be home later.  Maybe he’s at his brother house.”

So I walked higher up the hill to the next pig’s house.  I called, “Little Pig, Little Pig, are you in?” Again, no answer.  And there’s definitely nobody home in the third pigs house!

    “I guess I won’t have a birthday,” I said with a sigh.  A tear came across my face.  But, as I got home the pigs were already at my house with pieces of cake.  They said together, “SURPRISE!”

I said to them, “How did you get here?”  The second little pig exclaimed, “How could we forget your birthday?” 

A smile as big as the world itself came to my face and that smile said, “LET’S PARTY!!!”

 …and we partied till I sneezed a great sneeze which blew them out the door and into their house.  Hmmm… I wonder what I’ll do on my next birthday…

THE END.

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The True Story of Little Red Riding Hood

The True Story of Little Red Riding Hood

 

By Dalvin

    One day I was going through the forest and I saw that evil Little Red Riding Hood going through the forest too.  Little Red Riding Hood had a net so she ran and tried to capture me.  I was scared! I tried to scare her away and she ran through the forest.

    The next day she came running through the forest again.  This time I was up on the tree and I said, “Get out of the forest!” and Little Red Riding Hood said, “Why should I listen to you?”  I yelled back, “You are talking to the BOSS of the forest!”

She went up my tree and I had to jump from tree to tree to get away from Evil Red Riding Hood.  She came behind me and I ran and ran until she got tired and went home. 

    I thought I lost her, but Evil Red Riding Hood was not going to her house, she went to my hideout and I didn’t know that Evil Red Riding Hood was behind me so I ran as fast as I could so she couldn’t get me. 

We both became afraid.  “See you later!”  And that was the real story of Little Red Riding Hood.  But you wouldn’t like to be a wolf because everyone thinks we’re so mean.

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The True Story of The Three Little Pigs

The True Story of the Three Little Pigs

 

By Willie the Wolf

(Retold by: Atesh, Cris,  Dylan,  Gavin, James, Jashon,  Natalie, Paulina, and Xavier)

    Once upon a time I was a lonely wolf.  It was a hot, summer’s day and I wanted to go to the beach. I took out my cell phone and phoned my neighbors, the three little pigs.
“Hellooooo??” answered the pig.  He was shaking and shivering when he heard it was me.  He hung up.

    I decided I would go to the three little pigs’ house to ask them if they wanted to go to the beach.  I packed up my beach stuff- my beachball, my swimsuit, my towel, and my flip flops and my BIG umbrella.

    I turned to knock on the first little pig’s door and by accident the BIG umbrella knocked down the straw door.  That first pig was squealing and yelling and calling me names. 
“I don’t want to go to the beach with you! I’m sick of you!”
“I was just trying to be nice,” I said.
“Get off my property!” yelled the pig.

    Next, I headed down the street and knocked on the second little pig’s door, but the beachball popped out of my bag and since the door was only made of sticks, it knocked it down too.

“You ugly wolf! Get away from my house, you brat!” the second pig shouted. 
“I just wanted to go to the beach with you, I’m sorry,” I answered.

    I was about to go to the beach myself but Willie the Wolf never quits so I head to the third pig’s house.  Feeling sad, I knocked on the third pig’s door.  Do you know what that little pig said? He shouted, “You stink! Get away from my door!” 

    I could feel my face getting red and smoke coming out of my ears.  “WHY DOESN’T ANYONE WANT TO GO TO THE BEACH WITH ME??” I yelled. 
I was so mad I called the police.  I complained about those mean little pigs.  My wolf cop friends came and arrested the three little pigs so they couldn’t make me feel sad or angry anymore.

    So, I, Willie the Wolf, headed to the beach with my 3 wolf cop friends and had a fantastic day at the beach.  The three little pigs spent the next century cleaning the jail.

The End.  

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