Tim And The Three Little Pigs
Tim And The Three Little Pigs
"ACHOO!" Eww, thought Tim. It's all over my newspaper. Tim was a wolf. Don't worry; he was a very nice wolf. Tim was a very kind, sincere wolf landlord. He had very bad allergies to straw and sticks ever since he was a cub. Tim was looking over his files one day and saw that three of his tenants hadn't paid him for a month. The tenants were all related and they were lazy pigs. "Hmmm" said Tim aloud. "I guess I'll have to pay them a visit."
The first house he went to belonged to George. He was the youngest of the family and also the dumbest. "Oh no" cried Tim. The pig's house was made out of straw. Tim sneezed and went up to the door and knocked. "Hello? Are you there George?"
"Go away"
"I can't. I need you to pay your rent"
"I don't have any money"
"Open up or I will have to...ah ah ACHOO!" The force of Tim's sneeze made the straw house fly away. The little pig screamed and started to run away. "Wait! It's my allergies!" George ignored him and ran to his brother's house. This is going to be a long day, thought Tim.
The second house he went to go to collect money from was made out of sticks. "What is with you pigs? Do you have a list of my allergies?" cried the wolf. "Frank open up"
"Never! I heard what you did to my brother's house" Frank said.
"I told you it's my allergies!"
"We don't care. I'm not opening up"
"Look, if you don't open up I'm going to... ah ah ACHOO!" Tim's ultra powerful sneeze sent the stick house flying into the heavens. From where the house used to stand stood the pigs. Again, the little pig's screamed and ran to their brother's house. "Guys, please. I just want the money!" bellowed the wolf. Ignoring him, they kept running. Tim sighed and chased after them.
He came to the last house as the pigs ran inside. Tim angrily walked over to the door. "Open up you rotten little pigs. You owe me money and I want it now!"
"Go away you big ugly wolf" the three pigs cried.
"Open up NOW!"
"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!" declared Joe
"Then I will find a way in"
With that Tim scrambled up onto the roof and the three little pigs trembled with fear.
Tim was very angry. He had absolutely no idea what he was doing when he scaled the wall and went on the roof and he felt silly as he saw squirrels pushing their babies in carriages. "I know," said Tim. "I'll climb down the chimney. What am I doing? he thought. He scrambled back up the chimney. He hopped out and jumped to the ground. He whipped out his cell phone. The phone beeped as he punched in three numbers. 911.
When the police came, Tim told them what the pigs were doing. Two of them looked at each other and nodded. They slowly crept up to the door. They knocked twice. There was no answer so one of them made a weird hand gesture. The two cops stepped back and charged at the door. It smashed into a bunch of pieces. In a corner hiding and shivering, there were the pigs. They were dragged out by the cops and thrown into the back of the police car. In the end, the wolf got his money and found new tenants. It just goes to show that you can't mess with wolves.
The END
Lol so this was a story I wrote when I was a little kid for an English project. It's pretty awesome. Or at least I thought it was. I got a 73/100. cough bitch cough. Who said that!?! ~Devinski