The True Story of the Three Pigs A Fairy Tale Twist

You all know the story of the Three Pigs… How the pigs were little and innocent, on their way to building a happy life of their own. How the wolf was so terrible and mean, how he wanted to eat those little innocent pigs. How he scared them and ruined their houses.

FALSE! Not True! My name is Chester A. Wolff. Known to many as Big Bad Wolf thanks to those pigs. I’m here to share my story.

Once Upon A Time… I had a house. A nice cozy house on Mother Goose Lane. It wasn’t big, but it was comfortable. I was sitting in front of a nice fire on my lumpy couch eating my lunch…vegetable soup, when I heard a great noise coming from outside.

I Got Up and Looked Out my Window There were three pigs there. They looked pretty young, and they were arguing. I couldn’t hear much, my window was closed and I am not the kind of wolf to nose into other people’s business. They were pretty loud though, and I couldn’t help but hear some of their conversation.

“It’s your fault Mom kicked us out!” The first one screamed at the others. “I told you not to bring that turkey in the house!” “Oh Whatever! You thought the turkey was dead too! Don’t play so innocent!”

“Well, we need somewhere to live.” “I’m not living with you guys. I’m making my own house right here.” “Ok Fine” And the other two pigs walked away.

THE Pig that stayed Decided to build his house right across the street from me! What a disaster! He went around to my barn and stole all my hay! Then he made a big pile of it and called that his house. Can you believe it?

Not only was it unsightly… But the hay would blow over into my yard. I would spend hours in the yard raking hay. And let me tell you, because of that, I got a bad cold. Sniffling and sneezing everywhere.

FINALLY I couldn’t take it anymore. I went to the pig’s “house” and asked him to please clean up his own mess. He answered something about his hairs on his chin. And then I sneezed.

Well, the house wasn’t build well, you know. And all the hay went flying everywhere. The pig squealed and ran next door to this pile of sticks there. (Where did THOSE come from?)

I went over and knocked on the pile of sticks. Two little voices came out. Still something about hairy chins. I wonder what that means? Well, I sneezed again. A BIG one. It kind of knocked me over. Unfortunately, right into the stick pile.

I Tried to apologize… But two pigs ran out of the sticks and into a nice brick house a few doors down from me. I followed them determined to say I was sorry.

I Knocked on the door. My head was so stuffy. I couldn’t stop sneezing. They answered about their hairy chins again. I sneezed and sneezed.

All I could hear was laughing. I thought that was so rude! All I wanted to do was apologize. I went around back. No door there. I came around front again. There was a note on the door.

Dear Mr. Wolf Our door is stuck. Please come down the chimney and join us for some soup! From, The Pigs

Weird! But soup did sound good! I climbed down the chimney and into a hot pot of soup! What was going on? Were they trying to make soup out of me? I jumped out and screamed in pain!

Then The Police arrived. They arrested me for destruction of property and breaking and entering. I tried to explain, but the pigs LIED! Now, I’m in jail. Made to be the bad guy…

When everyone can plainly see…. PIGS ARE EVIL!