The story started when I the Wolf was guarding the prison. The moon was full and the three pigs were up to something fishy. Being a cop is really hard and I was tired. I sat down on a bench and then I found myself fast asleep.
When I woke up I realized that I had forgotten my training, don’t fall asleep on guard duty! I heard a massive “boom” behind me. The next thing I saw was three little pigs running from their cell down the corridor. I chased them as fast as I could but they were faster. They ran past the guard house and through the big Iron gates.
I jumped into my car raced after them. But suddenly I realised that I was out of fuel.
“Drat” I murmured. I heard a squeaky voice coming from across the street.
“Come get us Mr. Wolf but we know you won’t.” What was that supposed to mean? I saw a guy skateboarding past. I ran up to him to grab his skateboard but suddenly everything went black.
I woke up in a hospital bed with a nurse bending over me. “You can go now” she said. “ Oh yeah I forgot to mention that the first little pig is in straw house by the forest.
The next day the I jumped into my white and blue police car and drove off down the gravel path to the forest. About an hour later the I was at the forest. A straw house with a thatched roof was by the forest. The window was flung wide open and a trail of smoke was coming from the chimney. A fat pig was sitting in rocking chair reading the newspaper. When he saw me he sprinted into his house and slammed the windows shut and the door so I couldn't get in. But I had a trick or two up my sleeve from cop school. I walked up to the cottage and said little pig,”little pig let me come in.”
“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin” he replied. “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down” I replied to the snorty little pig. I took a deep breath and propelled the air out of my mouth. The straw flew everywhere like little birds flying in a cage.The fat pig with the yellow t-shirt ran to his brother’s house.
I chased him to the seaside and he flew over to his brother's house.His brother was a little smarter and had built a house of sticks. It had a jetty coming out into the sea. It was two storey and some windows gleamed in the sunshine. It's big door looked very welcoming. I knocked on the door and said “little pigs little pigs let me come in.” Then I heard my least favourite response
“Not by the hair of my chinny chins.” “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I will blow your house down” I boomed at them. I took a massive breath and projected it at the wooden house. Then I saw sticks speed towards the sea like rockets. Then there was a massive splash and water flew everywhere. It felt like it was raining on a sunny day.Then the pigs raced towards a brick house on a farm.
“Not by the hair of my chinny chins.” “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I will blow your house down” I boomed at them. I took a massive breath and projected it at the wooden house. Then I saw sticks speed towards the sea like rockets. Then there was a massive splash and water flew everywhere. It felt like it was raining on a sunny day.Then the pigs raced towards a brick house on a farm.
Two hours? Twenty Minutes? I didn’t know how long I had been running for. But then I finally got there. It was a two storey building with about nine windows. It had a small door at the front and a massive chimney on the roof. I knocked on the door and said “Little pigs little pigs let me come in”. But there was no reply. So I huffed and I puffed but nothing happened. I was expecting falling bricks but nothing happened. So I devised a plan.
That night when they were sleeping I carefully peered through the window to see if they had lit a fire but they hadn’t. Right now they were sleeping very soundly in three comfortable beds. What a stroke of luck. I carefully clambered up the house using the gaps and cracks in the bricks as foot holds. Eventually I got onto the roof. I jumped into the chimney and immediately I felt like Santa at Christmas. I braced myself before I hit the bottom. Crunch! My legs cried in pain as I made my way towards the beds. At least the pigs have wheels on their beds so I can wheel them back to jail.
Ten minutes later the beds were outside of the house and were hooked together with a piece of rope and the end of the rope is hooked to a cow. Cow riding is the new fashion so I saw no reason not to use it to pull the beds. I got onto the cow. I kicked her gently on her belly so she started moving. The cow bumped along the path to jail. Her bony body hurt my bottom. Ten million years later I got there. I transported the pigs off the beds and into their new cell. On the bright side I am off guard duty!