THE TRUE STORY OF THE 3 LITTLE PIGS!
BY
JON SCIESZKA
Everyone knows the
story of the Three Little Pigs.
Or atleast they think they do.
But I'll let you in on a little secret.
Nobody knows the real story,
because nobody has ever heard
my side of the story.
I'm the wolf. Alexander T. Wolf.
You can call me Al.
I don't know how this whole Big Bad Wolf thing got started,
but it's all wrong
Maybe it's because of our diet.
Hey , its not my fault wolves eat cute little animals like bunnies and
sheep and pigs. That's just the way we are. If cheeseburgers were
cute, folks would probably think you were Big and Bad, too.
But like I was saying,
the whole Big Bad Wolf thing is all wrong.
The real story is about a sneeze and a cup of sugar.
This is the Real Story
Way back in Once Upon a Time time,
I was making a birthday cake
for my dear old granny.
I had a terrible sneezing cold.
I ran out of sugar.
So I walked down the street to ask my neighbor for a cup of sugar.
Now this neighbor was a pig.
And he wasn't too bright, either.
He had built his whole house out of straw.
Can you belieive it? I mean who in his right mind would build a
house of straw?
So of course the minute I knocked on the door, it feel right in.
I didn't want to just walk into someone else's house. So I called, "Little
Pig, Little Pig are you in?" No answer.
I was just about to go home without the cup of sugar for my dear old granny's birthday cake.
That's when my nose started to itch.
I felt a sneeze coming on.
Well I huffed.
And I snuffed.
And I sneezed a great sneeze.
And you know what? That whole darn straw house fell down. And
right in the middle of the pile of straw was the First Little Pig--dead
as a doornail.
He had been home the whole time.
It seemed like a shame to leave a perfectly good ham dinner lying
there in the straw. So I ate it up.
Think of it as a big cheeseburger just lying there.
I was feeling a little better. But I still didn't have my cup of sugar.
So I went to the next neighbor's house.
This neighbor was the First Little Pig's brother.
He was a little smarter, but not much.
He had built his house of sticks.
I rang the bell on the stick house.
Nobody answered.
I called, "Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?"
He yelled back, "Go away wolf. You can't come in. I'm shaving the
hairs on my chinny chin chin."
I had just grabbed the door knob when I felt another sneeze coming on.
I huffed. And I snuffed. And I tried to cover my mouth, but I
sneeze a great sneeze.
And you're not going to believe it, but this guy's house fell down
just like his brother's.
When the dust cleared, there was the Second Little Pig--dead as a
doornail. Wolf's honor.
Now you know food will spoil if you just leave it out in the open. So I did the only thing there was to do. I had dinner again. Think of it as a second helping. I was getting awfully full. But my cold was feeling a little better. And I still didn't have that cup of sugar for my dear old granny's birthday cake. So I went to the next house. This you was the First and Second Little Pig's brother. He must have been the brains of the family. He had built his house of bricks.
I knocked on the brick house. No answer.
I called, "Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?"
And do you know what that rude little proker answered?
"Get out of here, Wolf. Don't bother me again."
Talk about impolite!
He probably had a whole sackful of sugar.
And he wouldn't give me even one little cup
for my dear sweet old granny's birthday cake.
What a pig!!
I was just about to go home and maybe
make a nice brithday card instead of a cake,
when I felt my cold coming on.
I huffed.
And I snuffed.
And I sneezed once again.
Then the Third Little Pig yelled, "And your
old granny can sit on a pin!"
Now I'm usually a pretty calm fellow. But when somebody talks about my granny like that, I go a little crazy.
When the cops drove up, of course I was trying to break down this Pig's door. And the whole time I was huffing and puffing and sneezing and making a real scene.
The rest, as they say, is history
The news reporters found out about the two pigs I had for dinner. The figured a sick guy going to borrow a cup of sugar didn't sound very exciting.
So they jazzed up the stroy with all that "Huff and puff and blow your house down."
And they made me the Big Bad Wolf.
That's it.
The real story. I was framed
But.....
maybe.....
You could loan me a cup of sugar?
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