Why Do We Really Kill The Three Little Pigs?
The three little pigs were beyond devastated when the big bad wolf tromped through their neighborhood, blowing down their little houses one by one. He left the first little pig facedown in a pile of straw that used to be his home. The second pig was left buried in a heap of sticks. And the third, crying, sat atop a pile of bricks. Their little pink faces flushed red in anger as they came together, sitting in a circle as they tried to decide what to do next. In the immediate moment, the pigs were quite frustrated, wanting only to get revenge on the wolf that had caused them so much trouble. But how? Did the pigs even stand a chance against the wolf who bigger and meaner than a hundred pigs put together? After a period of hesitation, the pigs
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“It’s me, Johnny, The Boy Who Cried Wolf,” said the boy.
Little Red, remembering his story in the newspaper, spoke up, “Everyone thought you were dead.” The boy began to explain his situation, telling Red and the pigs how he nearly escaped the wolf’s evil apatite. Red continued to tell the boy of their mission to sabotage the wolf’s house, who wholeheartedly agreed to go with them.
The group of five continued on, getting closer and closer to the wolf’s cave. The anger in each of them grew stronger and stronger as they marched through the forest. Minutes later, they came to a clearing and the wolf’s cave came into view. The cave, skillfully constructed from a multitude of stacked rocks, looked as sturdy as they ground they stood on. From the cave came a heavy snoring sound that could not be mistaken for anybody’s but the big bad wolf’s.
After forming a huddle and going over their plan one last time, the group surrounded the cave and on the pigs’ count, began to huff and puff as hard as they could. The ground beneath them began to rumble and the rocks that made up the cave began to shift, falling into plies into the ground. Their plan was working! They huffed and puffed once more and just as the last rocks were falling, the wolf emerged from the cave with a frightened took on his face. He took one look at the warrior pigs and cried wee wee wee all the way home, sprinting further into the dark
“It’s me, Johnny, The Boy Who Cried Wolf,” said the boy.
Little Red, remembering his story in the newspaper, spoke up, “Everyone thought you were dead.” The boy began to explain his situation, telling Red and the pigs how he nearly escaped the wolf’s evil apatite. Red continued to tell the boy of their mission to sabotage the wolf’s house, who wholeheartedly agreed to go with them.
The group of five continued on, getting closer and closer to the wolf’s cave. The anger in each of them grew stronger and stronger as they marched through the forest. Minutes later, they came to a clearing and the wolf’s cave came into view. The cave, skillfully constructed from a multitude of stacked rocks, looked as sturdy as they ground they stood on. From the cave came a heavy snoring sound that could not be mistaken for anybody’s but the big bad wolf’s.
After forming a huddle and going over their plan one last time, the group surrounded the cave and on the pigs’ count, began to huff and puff as hard as they could. The ground beneath them began to rumble and the rocks that made up the cave began to shift, falling into plies into the ground. Their plan was working! They huffed and puffed once more and just as the last rocks were falling, the wolf emerged from the cave with a frightened took on his face. He took one look at the warrior pigs and cried wee wee wee all the way home, sprinting further into the dark