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.