The Three little Pig’s
One day there were three little pigs and their mother. Their mother told them to move out because they were getting older and to build their own houses. The youngest pig wanted to use straw, so he did. After he was done he said “I’m living the dream”. Next the second oldest made a house behind the bushes so he could hide his house from the big bad wolf. He planted a tree and made a hideout. He was watching the oldest pig build his house, but the oldest pig was very clever. He was using bricks. He said “If the big bad wolf comes to my house it will be too strong for him to blow it down. The youngest pig went inside and he shouted “what was that, a shadow just ran passed” he said. Could it be the big bad wolf?. They could all see his long arms. He was fast and it blew the house made of straw. Soon after the youngest pig ran for his life to the hideout. The second pig said “I will not let you in not by the hair on my chinny chin chin”. So he ran to the bush and the third pig said “Come in, come in”. He locked the door in a hurry. Then the wolf was blowing the brick house. He was sweating. The big bad wolf found a ladder in the bush and climbed up to the house and jumped down the chimney. The oldest pig boiled some water and the second oldest got a huge pot. It was boiling, then the big bad wolf fell into the water and he was on fire. He dashed out of the house and never came back. They all planted vegetables and they were healthy and lived happily ever after.
