Three Little Pigs (First Person)
A loud pounding on the door woke me. I rolled out of my bed and crashed into the floor. It sounded as if the hinges were just about to fly off of the door. Afraid of what could be at the door, I knew that I had to open the door, because whatever was at the door was not leaving anytime soon. I bolted to the door, and slowly started to turn the door nob.
Rodger and Petey came stumbling through the door pushing me aside and quickly slamming the door shut. “Help us!” screamed Petey. “With what?” I replied. Petey seemed winded for some reason, he was trying to get every ounce of oxygen that he possibly could. When he finally mustered up enough air to speak, the floor began to shake, the ceiling fan started rocking back and forth, the fire in the fireplace was stopped in its place, and the T.V dove into the ground. Rodger began to sweat and scurried under the dinner table. Still unaware of what was happening I yelled, “What is going on?” The house repeated its former action and shook again, this time the pots and pans crashed into the floorboards. Getting nothing from the other pigs I rushed to the window to see what was happening. As I peered out of the window I saw the villainous wolf.
When we were tiny little pigs, the wolf would take our lunch money on a daily basis. When we gained the courage to tell our mother of the situation, the wolf had left the school and transferred “How to Huff and Puff Academy.” Our mother could do nothing about the situation since he transferred.
This is the first time since Middle School that I had seen the wolf. The window then shattered in my face, my attention was once again drawn to the wolf. He was outside of my house huffing and puffing attempting to blow down the house. It looked as though the wolf was running out of air. The wolf then fell on the ground completely winded. Both Petey and Rodger darted to the window to see why the shaking had stopped. They realized what had happened, and began jumping with joy. They said in
Rodger and Petey came stumbling through the door pushing me aside and quickly slamming the door shut. “Help us!” screamed Petey. “With what?” I replied. Petey seemed winded for some reason, he was trying to get every ounce of oxygen that he possibly could. When he finally mustered up enough air to speak, the floor began to shake, the ceiling fan started rocking back and forth, the fire in the fireplace was stopped in its place, and the T.V dove into the ground. Rodger began to sweat and scurried under the dinner table. Still unaware of what was happening I yelled, “What is going on?” The house repeated its former action and shook again, this time the pots and pans crashed into the floorboards. Getting nothing from the other pigs I rushed to the window to see what was happening. As I peered out of the window I saw the villainous wolf.
When we were tiny little pigs, the wolf would take our lunch money on a daily basis. When we gained the courage to tell our mother of the situation, the wolf had left the school and transferred “How to Huff and Puff Academy.” Our mother could do nothing about the situation since he transferred.
This is the first time since Middle School that I had seen the wolf. The window then shattered in my face, my attention was once again drawn to the wolf. He was outside of my house huffing and puffing attempting to blow down the house. It looked as though the wolf was running out of air. The wolf then fell on the ground completely winded. Both Petey and Rodger darted to the window to see why the shaking had stopped. They realized what had happened, and began jumping with joy. They said in