Personal Narrative: The Big Bad Wolf

Yes, I am a pig, I am the oldest of my two younger brothers and the only pig that survived the Big Bad Wolf. Do you want me to tell you guys my story? Well here is the story:
So I was just minding my own business, just eating my stew for dinner; then I heard my brother yell, then my second one yell. So, I thought something was up. I thought of what could've happened to them. Then I thought about the Wolf that likes to race after us, and try to eat us and scares us. Well, I thought he won’t be coming here for supper, if he already had his supper. But then he came, the Wolf came right up to my door; he huffed, and be puffed. But that did nothing. As I thought he ran away, I went to mix my my boiling carrot and bean bean stew on the fire, and
I grabbed some more because I was still hungry. I heard something on the roof, and thought it was a big bird. Then I heard a tremendous loud noise, “PLOP!” and I looked over and saw the Wolf in my perfectly good stew, well now it turned into a wolf stew! The wolf was dead, and boiled. Either way, my stew tasted very well, even with the Big Bad Wolf in it.
And that was my story of the three little pigs, well now one little pig.