Satirized Story

Claudia Smith
period 3
2/27/12

Satirized Fairytale

The Three Little Pigs

“Good bye Mother, we’ll miss you!” The three little pigs hollered behind them, waving and smiling, as they left their mother’s house to go and make lives for themselves.

“Be careful,” she cried after them, holding in the tears.  “And don’t talk to any strangers!”

They all left to go their separate ways.

The first pig, walking down the road, came across a man selling straw and decided to built a house with it.  He built a home as lovely as a peacock when it's feathers are spread, and was very happy for many years.  He met a beautiful girl pig, named Miss Piggy and they lived happily ever after.  

The second pig, walking down the road, came across a field of beautiful flowers.  He and his partner, Porky, decide to stop.  They frolicked for hours through the wild daisies and sunflowers.  After a while they became very tired and had to stop and rest.  After a nice rest in the field of flowers, they decided  they would to build a beautiful home out of something they loved and quickly gathered enough flowers to build a whole house.

The third pig, being a girl, was much smarter than the first two and had gotten a job and a college education.  She decided to have a self serving life, before she got married or bought a house.  Finally after a few years she found the man of her dreams.  His name was Wilber and they were in love.  The first thing she had learned in college was to build a strong house, and that was exactly what she planned to do.  She found a man that sold bricks and she and Wilbur built a house that was strong enough to withstand anything.  They lived very happy lives and felt safe and sound. 

One day a big bad wolf was passing through town.

He went up to the house of the first pigs.

 “Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!” the wolf cried.

“Oh no, no, no, please no!” Miss. Piggy wined back at him.

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down!”  The wolf screamed back at them. 

“WOOOOOOOOSH!” and the house went tumbling down. Miss. Piggy and her husband went running to their other brother’s house, the wolf following close behind.

As the wolf approached the second house he shouted again, “Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!”

Miss Piggy, getting more nervous and scared screamed in a high pitch voice, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down.”  The wolf replied. 

“WOOOOOSH!” and the house went tumbling down.

Porky, under his breath whispered, “That’s all folks.”

 Little did the wolf know that parts of the house was made of poppies and he fell into a deep sleep, giving the four pigs time to escape to their sister’s house.  When he woke up and got resituated he remembered that he was searching for some the pigs.  He ran to the third pig’s house. 

When he finally got their, he screamed in his most terrifying voice “Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!”

Wilber, being such a kind and polite pig, replied through the door, “Salutations.”

“Salu-what?” replied the wolf.

“Salutations,” Wilbur repeated. “It’s a fancy way of saying hello.” 

“I don’t have time for this,” the wolf replied, getting more and more angry. “If you don’t let me in, I will huff and puff and blow the house dow… wait, instead I will just come in,” the wolf said looking down and noticing that the house had no lock. 

Then suddenly Charlotte jumped out and tired to keep the door closed with her silky web, but the wolf was too strong.     

He barged into house and found all six pigs cowering in fear in the corner.  He walked up to all of them and said in his low terrifying voice, “I got terribly lost and I need a place to sleep tonight.”

The pigs all stared in disbelief.

The wolf tried to explain himself, “I was riding on my magic carpet off to never land, and just around the river bend I came across a crazy old lady who tried to give me an apple, but I said no, so she pricked her finger and fell fast asleep, so I ran away.  I hadn’t gotten far when I met the most beautiful girl, with red hair.  I tired to ask what he name was, but she wouldn’t tell me, she and her crab were very rude.  I kept flying and then I came upon a glass shoe, but a huge and wild beast took it away from me.  Now I am turned all which way and I don’t know where to go.  Can I stay with you please?

Completely surprised by the wolf’s story, then six pigs agreed to let him stay with them.

“This is awesome,” the wolf replied.  “We can stay up late swapin’ stories ‘til the mornin’, I’m making waffles.”