Piggies and wolf in the woods have an adventure
Wolf stood back, lifted his huge shoulders and puffed hard, eyes bulging with the strain. He jumped backwards, as the house crashed down in front of him. Clouds of dust rose from the heap of straw. Wolf sneezed loudly and rolled on the ground. He laughed so much tears dripped off the end of his big nose.
‘One house down, two to go,’ he sniggered, sauntering off down the track.
Deep in the woods he stared at the little wooden house, hidden below a canopy of trees. Claws clicking as he marched up the garden path, he plucked a flower and delicately sniffed the scent. Whiskers trembling in excitement, he braced his shoulders and puffed hard. He stood back and watched as the house creaked and groaned. With a loud crash, splintered wood hit the ground. The little wooden house now resembled a pile of matchwood.
Wolf coughed to clear his voice and began to sing in a gruff voice ‘two houses down and one to go.’
He vanished into the trees. Percy pigeon gazed down from his perch and shook his head from side to side. With a flap of his wings he soared into the air and flew off to find the three little pigs.
Down in the village Pinky, Perky and Pepsi, staggered out of the shop. Between them they carried bags crammed with delicious food and chocolate.
‘Pepsi, take the bags please,’ said Perky, smugly climbing onto the motor bike.
Pinky, jumped onto the seat behind him. They waited patiently as Pepsi squeezed into the sidecar. He balanced the two large bags in front of him, ears drooping.
Percy pigeon alighted on the ground in front of the motorbike. Wings folded neatly at his side he gazed up at them. ‘Piggies beware, I’ve just seen Wolf blow down your houses!’
Percy strutted up and down head bobbing over his plump feathers. The three little pigs looked at each other and then at Percy.
‘Thank you Percy, we must go now,’ they shouted in unison.
Percy watched as the three little pigs disappeared down the road aboard the motor bike.
Meanwhile Wolf, lay curled up under a tree fast asleep, snoring loudly. His long whiskers fluttered up and down as he slept.
Deep in the forest the pigs climbed off the motor bike. Perky pushed the bike, Pinky and Pepsi on his heels carrying the bags of food.
‘Come on hurry up you two’, whispered Perky, his fat little legs trembling in fear. Wolf might be waiting to ambush us!’
They reached Pinky’s house. ‘Oh no,’ they whispered, huddling together.
A large heap of straw was all that remained of the smart straw house.
‘Come on lets go and see if my house is still standing,’ whispered Perky.
The three little pigs made there way down the track, unaware of what they might find.
Perky cried out ‘Oh no look my house has gone too!’ as they reached the clearing in the woods. The little wooden house resembled a large pile of matchwood.
Perky sniffed loudly as his brothers hugged him. ‘I worked so hard in my garden, now its ruined.’ he said in a muffled voice.
‘Come on, all is not lost, lets go to my house,’ said Pepsi, forcing a confident smile on his face.
The three little pigs marched through the woods. As the trees began to thicken, they reached a glade. Sunshine reflected on the windows of the sturdy little brick house.