3 Little Pigs

3 Little Pigs

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Once upon a time in a forest there was three little houses, and in the houses lived three little piggies, called Porky, Rind, and Curly. At the centre of the forest there was a Italian restaurant, and there lived a big friendly Wolf called Margherita who liked to sell ravioli. One day Margherita went to the three little piggies houses, and tried to sell them ravioli. First he went to Curly's house and Curly said “NO!!” in a very rude way. Now he went to Porky’s house and tried again, Porky yelled “NO!!” as well in a very mean voice, so Margherita went to Curly’s house, and you guessed it he said “no!!”. So Margherita went home and ate it all by himself but that did not stop him from going to their houses again. In the morning the Piggies woke up and smelt the lovely ravioli, and looked out the window to see if Margherita was there but he was no where in sight, so they all took a big bite but in the ravioli was poison. Margherita had put poison because the piggies were so rude to him, and all the piggies ran around yelling “ahhhh” i'm dying. And at the same time fell over and died and all that time Margherita had been watching and went and put the Piggies in a bag and cooked them in the ravioli for the next couple of Piggies.
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