The Three Little Pigs Part 2

by Henrietta (10)

One lovely day when the sun was shining and the birds were singing...

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Oh yes. That's Mrs Pig, mother of the three little pigs and I'm William Wolf, son of Alexander Wolf or you may know him as the Big Bad Wolf. He was only a bit hungry that's all. They didn't have to put him in a pot of boiling water. They should have just let him eat them. It would have been a lot quicker.

Anyway it's pay back time. I am going to get those little pigs. I will not sleep until they are in my stomach.

It all started one day when I was walking along the road and I saw those three little pigs. I was so hungry I was going to go over there and just swallow them up whole but I decided to wait and see what they were up to.

As I watched the first pig he was picking up straw and do you know what he was doing with it? He was building a house of straw. I mean, how stupid. I thought they had learned their lesson from when their father and his brothers had done the same thing. And what happened? - it got blown to the ground. So I thought I could catch him easily.

Then I watched the second little pig and he started to pick up some sticks that had fallen from a tree and I guessed what he was going to do with them. Yes I was right. He was building a house of sticks. I can't believe how dumb those pigs are. I mean sticks - how stupid.

I carried on watching them. Then the third pig was taking some bricks from the builder and he started building a house of bricks. He was probably the cleverest pig. I carried on walking and I thought I had better go and do my job - huff and puff and all that stuff.

I walked past the first house that was made of straw. It didn't take me long. Just a huff and a puff and the whole house fell to the ground.

While I was thinking I was so great after demolishing a house the little pig got away. He ran to the house of sticks. It was a waste of his time because I was going to go over to the house of sticks and blow it down. Now I will have two nice meals.

So I went over to the house of sticks and huffed and puffed and I blew the house down. Then suddenly the two pigs started running and I started running. I tried to catch them but they beat me. They quickly ran inside the house of bricks and slammed the door shut in my face.

I huffed and I puffed and I puffed and I huffed.
Then I stopped and I thought about it. Instead of climbing down the chimney and getting burned to death I walked away.
Later on I came back with a giant bulldozer and I knocked the house down. The three little pigs were dead so I put their bodies in a bag, took them home to my family, and we had a very nice barbecue.