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by Brandon Scott (age 10)
I bet you never knew that those three little pigs really had
ninety-eight more brothers! That
means there are really one hundred and one pigs in their family…. Well,
only the brothers. They have 19,000 pigs in their family. But I’m here to tell you about the brothers.
Once upon a time there were three little pigs.
The Big Bad Wolf was going around blowing their houses down!
Pigs 1 and 2 were in Pig 3’s house.
It was made of bricks, so the wolf couldn’t get in.
The wolf was huffing and puffing and blowing… but nothing ever
happened.
Suddenly, a tornado struck! The
pig’s house flew away, and then the tornado disappeared.
The wolf started chasing them when suddenly, a nuclear bomb dropped
down on the wolf. BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The explosion was so loud the three little pigs’ ears all popped.
The blast sent the wolf flying!
The giant plane that had dropped the bomb landed.
Ninety-seven pigs came out, pouring all over the first, second, and
third little pigs. Then the
last pig came out. “How
rude of you!!” he said in a mean kind of squeaky voice.
“Pouring out on them like that!”
He was the one hundred first little pig.
He really wasn’t a little
pig. He was tall and dark pink, and he was wearing an army suit.
“Mmmph… get off… mrph… of… mrmph… me!” the second pig
said, pushing the 47th little pig off of him.
“Please get off of me!” The
47th pig fell back on him. “Forty-seven, get off him!”
Pig 47 hopped off of the second little pig. The third little pig, still squished, managed to say, “I think the
pig with 101 on his hat is the boss.”
The second pig replied, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” Three miles away from the pigs, something came out of the sky.
“AAAAAaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!” BOOM!!!
The wolf hit the ground with a loud crash!
He was black and toasted. He
had three little hairs that were on fire.
He quickly put them out. He
was normally a brown wolf, but not today.
Today he was black as space. When
he got up, he left a dark black spot on the ground. “When I get my hands
on those three pigs, I’ll…. I’ll… I will… I will eat ‘em all!
As my motto says, ‘Gotta eat ‘em all… gotta eat ‘em all…
gotta eat ‘em all… Pork-ee-yums!’ ” (Back to the pigs.) “P.I.G. Number Order Formation, now!”
The pigs lined up in ten rows, but 3 pigs weren’t in the rows.
The 101st pig was in front.
“Well?” he said. “Well, what?” said the first little pig. “Well, get in line!” “Where, in line, do we go?” “Do you ask questions all of the time like that?” “Uh…..” “I think so!” the second little pig interrupted the first pig. “Very well, then.” Pig
101 continued. “You will be
going in the leftover space. You will also be called ‘Pig’ and then
your number. “You!” He pointed
at the first pig. “Your
name shall be Pig One. “You!” He pointed
at the second pig. “Your name shall be Pig Two. “You!” This time he
pointed at the third pig. “Your
name is Pork Rind.” “What???!!” said the third little pig. “I said your name is Pork Rind.” “O.K…. Hey! How
come I can’t just be Pig Three?” “That’s my dog’s name.” The wolf was just around a tree listening in on what they were
saying. “I’ve got them
now… wow…wow!!!!!” The
wolf then turned and saw the other 98 pigs.
“Oh good! More
food!” The wolf raced towards the pigs.
“Ahhhhhhhh!!!!” screamed all the little pigs. Pork Rind pulled out a rocket launcher. “Take this, wolf!” he said in a scream. BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The wolf was gone. Everybody
cheered. Pig 101 said, “You can choose any name you want.”
And do you know what he chose? Pork Rind! The End ??????? |
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