Three Little Pigs

You may know me as the Big Bad Wolf, but everyone just calls me Big W. I don’t like the “bad” part, so I just leave that out. Everyone thinks I’m a bully, but I’m really not. This is what really happened: It was a really cold day and it started to snow. I was in my den, as comfortable as can be, when there was a hard knocking at the door. I opened the door to see a mean bear standing there hunched over. “Let me in, or I’ll eat you,” the bear growled. As nice as I am, especially since I don’t want to be eaten, I let the bear in, and he THREW me out of my home! I rapped on my door and repeatedly said, “Let me in. . .”’, but it was no use and I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat out there in the cold, snowy air. It was snowing, so I decided to knock on my neighbor, Pat Pig’s door. His house was made of hay and it was made poorly plus it was very windy. I knocked on the door and Pat looked out his window. “Pat, would you kindly let me in? It is awfully cold out here and I think I am getting a cold,” I said. “No!” Pat replied, “Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!” I respected his answer, so I said, “OK, sorry to bother- Ahh… Ahhh…AHHHHHH-CHOO!” I accidentally sneezed. I sneezed so hard, that Pat’s house fell down in one collapse! “Oops,” I said quietly, “Sorry.” Pat looked at me in shock. “MY HOUSE!!!” he said in horror, “My beautiful house!” Pat ran over to his brother Porky Pig’s house in panic. Porky’s house was made of sticks. I knocked on Porky’s door and Porky and Pat came too the window. “Will you PLEASE let me in? It is bitterly cold out here and I think I’m coming down with something,” I pleaded. Well again, Porky and Pat wouldn’t let me in. “Alright then, I’ll just find somewhere--” I felt a sneeze coming on. “AHHHHHH-CHOOOOO!” The sneeze completely tore down Porky’s house in ruins. “My house!” Porky shouted. He and his brother ran in fear, thinking that I was going to eat them, over to their oldest and smartest brother, Pinky’s house. He was the smartest because he made his house out of bricks. Again I knocked on Pinky’s house and Pinky, Pat, and Porky came to the window. I asked them once again to let me in out of the cold, and they said, “NO!” so I decided to give up. I went home to my den and saw that the bear had left and it was once again my den. I went in and felt nice and cozy. And here I am now. So you see, I didn’t destroy those houses on purpose. It was a total accident. So just a fair warning: Never believe pigs -they exaggerate.

The Three Little Pigs©