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Fairy Tail Twist


There were 3 little pigs The first one built his house of twigs The second one built his house of straw As he would say, “Pshaw” The third one built his house of bricks So he could impress the chicks One day a hungry wolf came along He went to the first pigs house and said, “Ding-dong” As clever as the first pig thought he was He said, “Not by my chin fuzz” The wolf huffed and puffed with all his might The twigs of the house scattered but the pig was nowhere insight Angered as he was he went for a walk He came upon the second pigs house and said, “Knock-knock” As clever as the second pig must have been He said, “There is no way I'll let you in” He huffed and puffed and blew the house down But it had seemed that the pig had skipped town Angered the wolf set off He came to the third pigs house and said very soft "Little pig little pig with house of brick let me in" All three pigs replied "not by the hair on our chinny chin chin" The wolf thinking that all these pigs together was a prize He went in to town to put on a disguise "Welcome to fairy tail disguises. How may I help you?" The wolf looked around and pointed saying, "That will do" "Oh so your the wolf to eat little red!" "You can guaranty there will be some dead." In the granny costume the wolf went back to the house of brick As he got there he stepped into character and grabbed a stick "Oh little pigs" the wolf said in a granny voice, "please let me in" It opened pigs looked very sad he walked towards them suddenly he was hit with a tin He wakes up to see he is tied up The three little pigs poke at him and say what a dump The wolf yelps when they grab his tail he started to feel queasy The first pig says, "This wolf turned out to be far to easy" The pigs laughed for they had this all planed out Tricking wolves with houses of twigs and straw just so they could eat his snout The pigs killed the wolf as they had for many before him They roasted him over a fire and ate him till the sky started to dim Tomorrow they wold do the same and trick some wolf again Back in town another wolf in another story is angry that is granny costume was stollen Again "not back to the began-" Being cut off by my happily ever after Good night to all and to all a good night-er Wait what?
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