Sarah+5c+Twisted+Fairytale

My name is Arnold B. Ad Wolf. You know the story of the three little pigs and the Big, Bad Wolf? I know the big, bad wolf. In fact, I am the big bad wolf. I’m really not bad, you see. It’s just that the three little pigs //had// to make up a bad story about me. I have the real story. You better listen well. Not that I’m bossing you around or anything. Here it is:  I was walking down the street to make new friends. I was new to the town when this happened. The only houses in my neighborhood belonged to the three little pigs. They were all brothers. I walked up to the first house and I called to the pig, “Little pig, little pig let me in.” I wasn’t trying to be bossy. I was just //so// eager to make friends. Guess what the little pig said! “Not by the hairs of my chinny- chin chin!” I could tell that this pig was the youngest because he made his house out of straw! I was just on my way to go to the next house, but I wanted another chance, so I knocked again. Guess what? The straw house fell right over! The pig was so scared that he fainted and went to the hospital. I just made a mistake. People make mistakes, too, right? I mean, animals.  I went to the next pig’s house where there was the first pig's brother. "Knock knock" I said to the pig. "I'm not in the mood for a joke!" he screamed. How rude is that, right? I mean, I was just going to be friends with him and here they were, screaming at me when I did nothing. I wanted another chance, so I knocked one more time. Guess what? The stick house fell down completely. I would've helped him build another house. I would’ve said sorry also, but the pig just turned purple and burst into pieces. This was my last chance. I am not kidding at all, so you better believe me. Not that I'm being bossy or anything.  So, I walked up the hill and boy, it was tiring. I could tell that the third pig was the oldest and cleverest because he built his house of bricks. The oldest pig saw me coming toward the house and he said, “I won’t let you in! Not by the ham in the hammy- ham can!” Oh, how mad I was then, but I didn’t do anything for revenge. I forgot one thing. I’m allergic to bricks. I felt a sneeze coming on. And of course, I sneezed but it didn’t blow the house down. By then, I was getting a headache so I wanted to go in for some Tylenol or something. Since he wouldn’t let me in through the door, I went through the chimney. I know that was not polite, but this headache was driving me crazy! Somehow, the pig knew I was coming down and he put a steak just made right where I was supposed to land. Plop! There I was, on the hot steak, burning to death. Luckily, I didn’t die. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here right now, telling the real story. All the way home, I was screaming and the cops caught me. They said I wasn’t allowed to scream so loud in public. I told them the whole story of why I was doing that. They asked me why I was doing that. I just told it to them! I don't believe it! When I asked them if they were listenening, they just said that they would never talk to a wolf in their whole life! I am shocked people! Shocked! They were just talking to me! The cops called the three little pigs over to find out the truth. That’s how the fake story came to be.  //You// believe my story, right? If you don’t, then why did you read this? Anyway, my point is that people shouldn’t always hear one story and think that a bad guy is really a bad guy. They don’t even know that bad guy. I hope you learned your lesson. Believe it or not, my story is the one that is true, so believe it! Not that I'm being bossy or anything.
 * __The True Story of the Three Little Pigs__ **