After the True Story of the Three Little Pigs

by Spike (10)

When I got out of jail I was walking home. I heard someone calling my name "Wolf wolf". I turned around and saw some pink snorty pigs.  I didn't know what to do. They'd probably send me back to prison again. Something in the back of my head said "run" so I did. Am I clever or what!  After I ate those two little pigs, the third one was still alive!  Well him and his two cousins were chasing me. Pigs these days!

I went into my wooden damp house to hide. The pigs saw me go inside. They knocked on the door. I didn't answer. Then they started to bang on the door. Before you knew it the house was demolished. But I was safe.

This time I hid in a log house which I made. After a while those annoying pigs came along and one of them saw me from the window. They knew I was inside and they wanted me to come outside. So one of the pigs had a bright idea of putting his tail through the keyhole to unlock the door.  When he did this, his tail got stuck in the keyhole, so the two tried to get him out. They pulled on him until he was released and, at the same time, they pulled the door out. The house fell down but I was safe.

I made a house out of concrete and I stayed in there. Then came the three little pigs. They knocked on the door and I told them to go away, but they would not go away. The pigs knocked down a tree and hammered on my door. They persisted until my  house fell to pieces. I was left in the middle of the rubble.

I surrendered with my white flag.  They asked me if I was all right.  My reply was "Ooch".  They were sorry and they only wanted to give me some sugar for my granny's cake. I told them, "Thanks but no thanks, my granny's dead, but it would be lovely with a cup of tea! "