My Updated Fairy Tale

The Wolf's Mouthwatering Adventure

It'd been days since I had eaten and I was beginning to get very hungry. There was no more food in the forest for a wolf like me so I set off into town to find a good meal. I spied on the animals living in the neighborhood, but none of them seemed right for me. Through eavesdropping on conversations, I had heard that there were three new pigs living in the area and that wasn't the only thing I knew about them. I decided that I would try to find them because only they could help my hunger.

I found one of the pigs at a straw house. He ran inside immediately upon seeing me. I yelled through the house “Come out! I want to speak to you!” By this time, I was so hungry that my mouth began watering in anticipation of food. The pig replied, “I'd rather stay where I am!” Because of his rude attitude and my hunger, I became frustrated. “I'll find a way to make you come out...” I said, right before I took in a deep breath and puffed out, exasperated. I could not believe it, but my breath had blown down the entire house! The next thing I knew, the pig was running away from me. “Come back!” I yelled, but he did not listen as he ran to a wooden house nearby.

I ran after him but he had made it inside. I tried the knob and discovered that he had locked me out. I then banged on the door. I could hear the pigs talking rapidly inside, obviously frightened. I knew they were most likely upset that I had blown the straw house down, so I tried to make them feel better by saying, “Open up! Open up! I only want to speak to you!” Again, this pig would not allow me into his home and would not come out. I became upset and angry. I decided that the only way these two pigs would listen to me was if I got them out, and to get them out, I would have to blow this house down as well. I took another deep breath and blew as hard as I could. The wooden house fell down almost as easily as the straw house and the pigs went running for it. “Come back!” I yelled as my stomach began to growl loudly, “Please!”

I chased after the pigs as they ran into a brick house. They reached the house much quicker than me, since I was becoming weak with hunger. I banged on the door, hoping they would let me in and I could get my meal. The pigs refused to open up so I tried to blow down the house. I blew once and nothing happened. I blew twice and nothing happened. Then on the third try, when the house did not even budge, I realized that no amount of blowing would get me into that house. I decided to climb down the chimney to get to the pigs.

As I climbed down the chimney, my feet started getting hotter and hotter. I thought this was odd but was so hungry that I kept going anyway. The sooner I got to the pigs, the sooner I could eat. I dropped to the bottom and realized that the pigs had set a fire in the chimney! My feet and tail were singed and I patted them to put the flames out. I realized how evil these three pigs were and ran out the door as fast as I could.

I was burned, starving, and offended. I could not believe that these pigs had refused to open their doors and then tried to set me on fire! After all, I was only going to ask them to serve me some of the vegetarian noodle soup I heard they were so good at making.

Interesting Photo

This is a picture that I actually took while driving through the Swiss Alps. I absolutely love this picture and although it is a tad foggy, I think it is beautiful. It shows the hills and the trees throughout the mountains and the houses sitting near the water. You can even tell by just looking at the houses that you're not in America because of how different they are. You can also see the road going through the hills which I think is really neat. This picture also reminds me of that Scary Car Commercial from YouTube, which kind of makes me laugh. Most of all, throughout the beauty of this photo, it brings back memories of a wonderful summer trip.

Rewriting a folktale

I decided to rewrite The Three Little Pigs from the wolf's perspective. If you need reminding of how that story goes, here's the link: http://www.ivyjoy.com/fables/threepigs.html

My version:

It'd been days since I had eaten and I was beginning to get very hungry. There was no more food in the forest for a wolf like me so I set off into town to find a good meal. There were many kinds of animals living in the neighborhood I searched but no one seemed right for me. I had heard that there were three new pigs living in the area and that wasn't the only thing I knew about them. I decided that I would try to find them because only they could help my hunger.

The first pig I found lived in a straw house. He ran away immediately upon seeing me. I yelled through the house “Come out! I want to speak to you!” By this time, I was so hungry that my mouth began watering in anticipation of food. The pig replied, “I'd rather stay where I am!” Because of his rude attitude and my hunger, I became angry. “I'll make you come out!” I said, right before I took in a deep breath and blew the pig's house down. I could not believe that the entire house had been blown down and that the pig was running towards a wooden house. “Come back!” I yelled, but he did not listen as his brother let him in and locked the door.

I ran to the wooden house next and banged on the door. I could hear the pigs talking rapidly inside, obviously frightened. I tried to make them feel better by saying, “Open up! Open up! I only want to speak to you!” Again, this pig would not allow me into his home and would not come out. I became upset and angry. I decided that the only way these two pigs would listen to me was if I blew this house down as well. I took another deep breath and blew as hard as I could. The wooden house fell down almost as easily as the straw house and the pigs went running for it.

They made it to a brick house which turned out to be owned by the third brother. I banged on the door, hoping they would let me in and I could get my meal. The pigs refused to open up so I tried to blow down the house. I blew once and nothing happened. I blew twice and nothing happened. Then on the third try, when the house did not even budge, I realized that no amount of blowing would get me into that house. I decided to climb down the chimney to get to the pigs.

As I climbed down the chimney, my feet started getting hotter and hotter. I thought this was odd but was so hungry that I kept going anyway. The sooner I got to the bottom, the sooner I could eat. I dropped to the bottom and realized that the pigs had set a fire in the chimney! My feet and tail were singed and I patted them to put the flames out. I realized how evil these three pigs were and ran out the door as fast as I could.

I was burned, starving, and offended. I could not believe that these pigs refused to open their doors and then tried to set me on fire! Afterall, I was only going to ask them to serve me some of the chicken noodle soup I heard they were so good at making.

First Post

I had to create this blog for my Creative Writing class. I'm starting to like this class a lot! We've done some pretty cool activities and writings. Now we have to change up a favorite folklore of ours. This weekend is definitely going to busy since I'll be working and I have so much homework to do!!!
Oh and by the way, I'm not really malicious ;)