Theme: Perspective of wolf in the 3 little pigs,

Moral: Consider others perspectives on situations

It has been to long since I last had anything to eat.

The last meal I had was a couple a sheep from that flock that a loud mouth kid was watching, which I don’t know why but when the kid called for the villagers to chase me away but no one came.

I have been fading in and out of consciousness from starvation, collapsing out of weakness, causing me considerable amounts of pain, but finally I found a possible target. After staggering around the endless forest I stumbled upon a small straw house.

I spied on the house and found that a small pink succulent pig was occupying the residence.

Out of pure starvation I knocked on the door and demanding for the pig to let me enter, but denied me entry going on about ‘not by the hair of his…’ but I was so starving I justed yelled “I am going to blow your house down” and I huffed and I puffed and the blow its straw house down. Rummaging through the straw I scavenge for the but found that the squirmy hog had run off to a small twig building just a little deeper into the forest.

To my surprise another pig let in the surviving bacon.

Rushing over to the twig shack I gather all the air in my lungs that I can muster and topple the shack over.

And again, by the hair of there chins they get away and run to a third building, this building is different though, this structure is made from brick.

At this point I am running on fumes, everything is going hazy and I am barley able to stand on all fours.

I stager my way over to the I start to climb up the wall of the house and into the chimney.

They must have realised what I was doing, because once I was in the chimney, huge amounts of warm air and water rose through the chimney, so much water was rising that it was condensing on the sides of the chimney.

Trying to climb out I feel myself slowly slipping, until I lose all grip and fall into a boiling pot of water.

With the remainder of strength that I have, I launch out of the pot and through a solid wooden door, sprinting deep into the forest and collapsing for the final time.

My last thoughts were before having my last dirt nap were, did those dastardly ham hocks knew my reasons for my actions. That was my last conscious thought.