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A framed Wolf
You know that old 3 little pigs story? The one with the wolf who huffs and puffs? Well it’s not true! The wolf didn’t want to eat those poor little pigs; he was just looking for some sugar to bake his grandmother a birthday cake. Here’s the real story:
One Sunday Alexander T. Wolf was baking a cake for his grandmother when he ran out of sugar. So he went to his neighbour the pig’s house to ask for some. He said “little pig, little pig, please would you spare some sugar for baking my grandmother a birthday cake?” There was no answer. Then his cold came on. He huffed and he snuffed and in one littler sneeze he had knocked down the house made out of straw. All that was left was a pile of straw and a dead pig. “Well,” Mr Wolf said “No harm done in eating something that’s already dead.” Then, in a flash, that silly little pig was gone. You know, that little piggy no. 1 had two brothers that had built houses next door to the wolf as well. The next pig was almost as stupid as his brother. His house was built from sticks! “Little pig” cried the wolf, “little pig, please won’t you lend me a little sugar?” “No, I’m shaving the hairs on my chiny, chin, chin.” Then Mr Wolf’s cold came on again. He tried to cover his mouth, he really did, but it was too late. He huffed and he snuffed and “Atishoo!” All that was left was a pile of sticks. Oh, and a dead pig. “Yay! Second helpings! Bye-bye little dead pig” said the wolf. The next house was made of bricks. Wolf thought that pig was the brains of the family. “Little pig? Are you in?” “Go way stupid wolf!” shouted the third pig. “I’m not going to give you anything.” Now the wolfy was really mad. He was so angry that he climbed up onto the roof of the third pig’s house. That’s when the newspaper reporters came. But they didn’t like the dull and boring story, they didn’t like the truth. So they jazzed it up a little. When the police heard the story... well they put him in jail. That is the real story of the three little pigs.
By Anastatia
You know that old 3 little pigs story? The one with the wolf who huffs and puffs? Well it’s not true! The wolf didn’t want to eat those poor little pigs; he was just looking for some sugar to bake his grandmother a birthday cake. Here’s the real story:
One Sunday Alexander T. Wolf was baking a cake for his grandmother when he ran out of sugar. So he went to his neighbour the pig’s house to ask for some. He said “little pig, little pig, please would you spare some sugar for baking my grandmother a birthday cake?” There was no answer. Then his cold came on. He huffed and he snuffed and in one littler sneeze he had knocked down the house made out of straw. All that was left was a pile of straw and a dead pig. “Well,” Mr Wolf said “No harm done in eating something that’s already dead.” Then, in a flash, that silly little pig was gone. You know, that little piggy no. 1 had two brothers that had built houses next door to the wolf as well. The next pig was almost as stupid as his brother. His house was built from sticks! “Little pig” cried the wolf, “little pig, please won’t you lend me a little sugar?” “No, I’m shaving the hairs on my chiny, chin, chin.” Then Mr Wolf’s cold came on again. He tried to cover his mouth, he really did, but it was too late. He huffed and he snuffed and “Atishoo!” All that was left was a pile of sticks. Oh, and a dead pig. “Yay! Second helpings! Bye-bye little dead pig” said the wolf. The next house was made of bricks. Wolf thought that pig was the brains of the family. “Little pig? Are you in?” “Go way stupid wolf!” shouted the third pig. “I’m not going to give you anything.” Now the wolfy was really mad. He was so angry that he climbed up onto the roof of the third pig’s house. That’s when the newspaper reporters came. But they didn’t like the dull and boring story, they didn’t like the truth. So they jazzed it up a little. When the police heard the story... well they put him in jail. That is the real story of the three little pigs.
By Anastatia
Yesterday the wolf’s Mum had a very bad cold so the wolf wanted to give her some milk but ... he did not have any. So he went to the pig’s house to get some milk. He knocked on the door but she said “Sorry, I have a very bad cold.” So the wolf went to the next pig’s house. He was not very smart because he built his house out of sticks. He knocked on the door but the pig was busy cooking breakfast. So he went to the third pig’s house. He knocked on the door then the pig came out of the house and gave him some milk. After that the wolf went to his Mum’s house to give his Mum the milk and they lived happily ever after.
By Piper
By Piper
Last night the wolf was playing on the road called Percy Pig Road when he saw a house that was made of sticks. He wanted a box of tissues. The little pig wasn’t bright and he said “go away you big brute!” The wolf got so angry that he tried to blow the pig’s house down. He succeeded. “Yummy” he said to himself. “That pig is a tasty treat,” and he gobbled him up. Then he found another house that was made of straw. He felt a sneeze coming. He did such a big sneeze that he blew the straw house down. He ate that pig too. He found another house made out of bricks. He tried to blow the house down. The pig got blown up the chimney and into space. He whizzed past planets until with a great BANG, the pig went headfirst into the hot sun.
By Bryn
