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The three little pigs and the big bad wolf


Once upon a time there was a big bad wolf

who lived in the city named Gilgraphgolf.

He went walking one day finding three little pigs

and he said, "Why hello little girls, you look so fine".

The fine looking ladies felt scared from behind.

But the oldest stood straight  and turned around and said,

"You won't touch us Wolf, so go take a hike".

And the three little pigs walked away and headed home.

 

The very next day, the big bad wolf, went to find the little pigs

but this time, he knocked their door and yelled,"Little girls,

let me in, I'll give you whatever you want, chocolates and flowers..."

"NO! Leave us alone, we'll never let you in, not even for our little chins"

"So be it! All barge in! You'll least expected and you'll give in!".

 

And they waited...and they waited, some more. And they waited...

The littlest one started to freak, she yelled and screamed and ran to open the door.

She saw no one and turned towards her sisters and said "See! He is gone!"

But in that moment the Wolf snatched her from behind. She was done.

 

The oldest shut the door, while the middle one yelled "We got to go

get her, we can't just stay here!". The oldest knew that both where safest at home.

The middle one started to ball, she cried till she had enough, she peeked outside,

she saw her sister tide. She saw no wolf and sneeked outside.

Out of no where the Wolf grabbed her from her little feet.

 

The Wolf  tide her too right outside the house in order to tempt the final lady.

She had to do something, but she was safest at home. She needed help

and despite her fear of people talking about how dum her sisters where

in this situation she called her neighbors. She called Jack, Cinderlla

she called Tickydock and Bella she called all who once lived

They all came and kicked the wolf out from Gilgraphgolf

And the little fine ladies lived happily ever after. THE END

 

 

 

 

 

 
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