Week Seven blog

 Once upon a time there was a mother pig, who had three little pigs. So when they were old enough and the mother could no longer feed them they were sent off on their own. The first pig was very lazy, so he built a house out of straw, the second pig was a little less lazy, so he built his house out of sticks. After they were done, they went outside to play, leave the scent of piglet all over the area, something that a hungry wolf would smell from miles away. The third pig worked hard on his house all day, making it out of bricks, it kept his scent inside, and let him have a sturdy defense from the wind, and any possible predators. As night fell the pigs went off into their separate houses. In the night they the pig in the straw house heard foot steps, then growling. A wolf, he ran over to the pigs house, and knocked over the straw, as the piglet began to run away he was gobbled up. Now, the piglet that was in the sticks heard the commotion, and when he heard his brother being eaten, screamed, through the sticks the wolf hear the scream and ran over, he had trouble breaking the house down, but when he got close the pig started running, and when he got his leg started to eat him, now when the wolf had begun to eat him the pig came out of the brick house, and started throwing bricks at the wolf, the wolf let go of the other pig and ran at the brick house, when he got close the piglet hit him in the head, killing the wolf. But his brother was bleeding out, so he ran to the forest where he bandaged him up. The brother barelyt survived, and the pigs went on to live in the brick house for the rest of their lives.