Thread:GalaxE/@comment-36159587-20200110065909/@comment-36159587-20200111010200

Here's the Alphabetical Little Pigs poem I wrote in seventh grade.

Haha, cringe.

Enjoy.

A trio of three little pigs left their mother to seek out a new home for themselves.

But what they didn’t know was that there was a wolf in the same area who was known to gobble up little pigs for dinner; right then, he was glaring longingly at the newcomers with a menacing grimace that showed all his gleaming teeth.

Capering around the area, the first little pig, Harry, asked a farmer for a few bales of straw and then proceeded to build a small, simple house.

Davy, the second little pig, ran into a woodman while strolling along the path and used the sticks he received to build a sturdy wooden house. Earnest Billy, different from his brothers, took time examining the area and used bricks to construct a house that would efficaciously protect and shelter him.

Failing to understand his reason for doing so, his two brothers, who had long since been done, laughed and mocked Billy for his hard work and efforts.

Good times, along with the frolicking, would not last long, though, because soon after Billy finished, the Wolf stalked up to the First Little Pig’s door, demanding, “Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!”

Harry refused, terrified by the sharpness of his fangs; the Wolf huffed and puffed, blowing his house down easily.

In the meantime, the First Little Pig reacted by running as fast as his little legs could carry him down the hill to Davy’s house, chased relentlessly by the Wolf, who was determined to make a hearty supper out of him.

Jabbering in terror, Harry was ushered frantically into his brother’s house, and the door was once again slammed in the Wolf’s face.

Knocking so hard on the door that the door hinges heaved and groaned in protest, the Wolf growled for the door to be opened, and after once again being declined with two high-pitched “Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!”s, blew the house into the sky.

Licking his teeth and anticipating a feast, the Wolf charged after the two fleeing Little Pigs.

Maniac terror had overtaken them as they banged desperately on Billy’s door, squealing in horror as they listened to the ever close footfalls of their pursuer; finally, the door opened slightly, and the two raced in, clinging tightly to one another.

Naturally, the Wolf was infuriated that he had not been able to obtain his meal already.

On the other hand, Harry and Davy were relieved to be safe for the time being, but they desperately needed a plan!

“Plan” gave the Wolf an idea; he invited the Little Pigs to pick turnips in the field at six o’clock so he could lure them out and eat them.

Quarter at five, the Three Little Pigs hurried over to the field and picked many turnips for dinner.

Racing excitedly to the Little Pigs’ home at six sharp, the Wolf hurriedly told them to come out and pick turnips, only to see what they were cooking for dinner.

Surely the Wolf was enraged, but he did not show it; afterwards, he invited the Little Pigs to pick apples and go to the festival, but he missed the chance both times due to their cunning and various tactics. Trying one last time, the Wolf, thoroughly infuriated by now, found the chimney and started to climb in; Billy built a roaring fire and filled a large pot full of water, setting it right on top.

Unfortunately for the Wolf, when he finally succeeded in climbing in and sliding down the chimney, he got a scorching surprise; shrieking in pain, he shot back up into the sky so fast the wisps of smoke coming from his tail looked like fireworks.

Various tones of laughter was heard from the house, where the Three Little Pigs celebrated their victory.

Winning meant that they would never have anything to fear again.

Xenophobia had set in for the Wolf, and he was never seen nor heard from ever again.

Yodeling, the Little Pigs stayed together from that day on.

Zones were set with signs indicating “No Wolves”, and they lived Happily Ever After.

...Yep!

 ...but I thought mascara was a fish."  -Galaxian-  01:02, January 11, 2020 (UTC)