The True Story of the Three Little Pigs, by Ryan
Once upon a time it was my special,great grans birthday.Rapidly,I was baking her tasty chocolate cake. Eventually, I ran out of flour so I checked on my neighbour to borrow some.
So, I went to the first pig’s house but for some reason he started to be mean and not let me have any flour. All of a sudden, my throat was tickly. “BING BANG”. I had a mighty, big cough. Unexpectedly, the pig was fried in the centre of the poor, crumbled house.
Rapidly, I knocked on the second pig’s house. “Please could I have some flour?” The pig replied, “get lost,” the second nasty pig yelled. Nervously, my throat tickled again. “BONG BANG”. I coughed the house down. Hungrily, my stomach rumbled, I licked my lips and ate the pig.
So, I went to the tarmac house. Suddenly, I told the pig to let me in. “No you bad wolf!” snarled the third pig ungratefully. Unfortunately, I didn’t feel good. “BOOM!” I coughed but thankfully it did not knock the house down.
However, the animal doctors knew I had a bad cough so I went to the hospital and they made me better. And they gave me flour for my dear old granny’s cake.