Once upon a time, there was a big bad wolf. Thats me, or so you thought.

Here’s the catch; I’m actually a vegetarian! 

I am not like the other wolves. I can’t stand the taste of meat. I prefer veggies and fruits.

So I am not a big bad wolf. Yes I am big, yes I am a wolf, but I’m not bad.

one harsh winter, I sat in my den, cold and hungry. It was so cold, and vegetables are getting harder to find. I had no food to eat.

My only choice was to go to the nearest house, where there is plenty of food.

I went to the nearest house, the youngest brother’s house, which was made of hay.

I looked through the window. My tummy rumbled. 

?

I knocked on the door. “Little pig, little pig, can I please come in?” I said, ever so politely. The little pig took one look at me and said, “Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!” 

 I sighed. At least I tried. I was about to turn around and go home when, huff, puff, aaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA-CHOOOOO!

And guess what? The hay house came crashing down. The little pig was so scared that it took 3 seconds to run to the next house. The stick house.

I limped to the next house. I knocked on the door and said, “Little pigs, little pigs, can I please come in?” I said. The little pigs took one look at me and said, “Not by the hair of our chinny-chin-chins!”. I groaned.

 I was about to turn around and go home when I felt a trickle up my big nose. “Oh no not again.” I thought. I huffed, puffed, aaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA-CHOOOOO!

And yet again, the stick house came down with a mighty CRASH!  The little pigs were so scared that it took 3 seconds to run to the next house. The brick house.