The Three Little Pigs
By: Shijun (4th grade)
Well, you’ve probably heard about The Three Little Pigs. Everyone thinks brother James is the
smart one. Well, nobody knows he’s the real nut head. Brother Jones and I heard was James’s version. Now, this is my version.
Well, Mom or us. But then, she lost her job. We ate less. It was hard for me, for I was fond of food. Then, one day, there wasn’t enough food to last a month! So, dear Mama packed us knapsacks filled with corn cake, bread, one bottle of milk, and a small box of bacon with eggs and fruit.
After a few days, she kicked us out. So, we bid our goodbyes, and parted our different ways.
I walked for days, dependent on my knapsack and caves that I had discovered for shelter. Then, I decided to make a house. So I searched for supplies.
Then, one back breaking Friday, I saw chunks of stone. I looked closer. They were bricks! There seemed to be enough for a small apartment at least, and apartment in the woods. So I sprinted towards the bricks.
Then, James suddenly came out loudly through a bush. He oinked, “Thanks for the bricks!”He then snatched the bricks and ran away.
“Hey! Come back!” I yelled desperately. But there was nothing but my own oink echoing back. I cried.
Then, upset, I walked to a nearby creek and washed. I drank the last of my milk, and the last bit of corn cake. After eating my dinner of the cold and hard corn cake, I lay down to sleep. That’s when I noticed tall grass sticking up at the side of the creek. I leaned closer to look. It was straw! I pulled great amounts of it, creating a bed for my fat and tired body. I lay down gratefully, and drifted to another place.
The next morning. I was already hard at work. I fashioned myself a hut of straw. I opened the soft deerskin door flap and looked inside.”Perfect,” I oinked. So, I ate a quick snack of bread and fruit. Then I went in the soft and snug hut to take a well earned rest. I sank into the soft straw bed and closed my eyes.
I woke up suddenly, feeling hungry. So, I ate some bacon and went back to my snug bed. Then, I heard a howl, piercing through the dark night sky. My blood froze as I heard the sharp sound of a wolf. I ran around frantically. I packed up my sack with food I picked and planted with wahat was left of my Mama’s cooking. I packed my hat and my bed. Then, Whoosh! MY beloved straw hut suddenly came crashing down on me.
As the smoke cleared, I saw the hut destroyed. My eyes filled with tears. A wolf sat on my precious bed, eating from my knapsack “Good food,” he said as he munched on eggs and my newly harvested apples.”Your house was easy to blow down. You must be mighty tasty.”
“What are you going to do with me?” I oinked in obvious panic.
“Simple, I’ll boil you for dinner.” said the wolf wickedly. As the horrifying words sank in, I fainted and that was that.
Well, the next thing I knew, I awoke. I was lying in a bed in a brick house. Turns out James saved Jones and me. I’m grateful all right. But, this wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t stolen the bricks.
We still have issues. But we’re okay. So, now you know the truth about Three Little Piggies.
THE END!!!
Little Red Riding Hood, by The Wolf
by Jennifer (6th grade)
Hello. And before you ask, yes, I am the wolf. And I'm supposed to be all evil and scary and blah blah blah. At least that's what everyone thinks. Has anyone ever bothered to ask for my side of the story? Well, you are gonna hear it now.
Let's start with how I really, REALLY hate meat. Ewwww! Meat doesn't even have salt on it. Still gross. I am, in fact, a vegetarian. I especially like baked goods. But unfortunately, you don't find a cupcake in the middle of the woods. Life.
Anyway, I was basically kicked out of my own pack because I am a vegetarian. My sister, Tina, is the meanest, biggest, baddest wolf ever. Not me. Okay. Are we clear? Then we will go to the real story.
I was chasing a rabbit one day, when I tripped and twisted my ankle. I dragged myself over to my den, barely making it. I spent days there, so hungry and thirsty. I thought I might die, but then, I spotted a flash of red in the forest. A fresh, yummy smell drifted over to my nose. So hungry.
I slowly walked after the red, trying not to hurt my ankle more, and I finally found a little girl holding a basket of treats. I begged her to give me some, but she turned away, and said something about a cottage with a yellow door.
She seemed really upset that I disturbed her. I felt sorry, so I pointed out a place where she could get the loveliest of flowers. She was so excited, that she dropped a muffin while skipping away. The muffin started rolling down the hill.
Well, I was starving by then, so I chased after it, forgetting about my twisted ankle. So, I tripped, again. I landed at the bottom of the hill, wincing in pain. In front of me was a cozy little cottage with a yellow front door.
The muffin had disappeared into one of the thorn bushes. But the house, well, it had a muffin smell inside, too. I assumed the house was the little red girl's house, and that she wouldn't mind if I went in to rest my ankle a bit. I knocked on the door to see if anyone was in there, and a plump, old lady was standing in the doorway.
You know when you are so extremely hungry that anything looks good? That's how I felt. I gobbled her down, and looked into a closet and found a warm nightgown and night cap. I climbed onto the bed and fell asleep immediately.
When I opened my eyes, the little red girl was standing there. I was still so hungry, so, I ate her up too.
You know the story after that. The huntsman came and killed me and all that happily ever after stuff.
But I didn't really die. I got remade in a fairy tale called "The Three Little Pigs." But that is a story for another time.
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