We are preparing for the end of the year and the teacher read us part of a story.
First, we discussed the 3 Little Pigs story and what we knew about the original story.
- the 3 little pigs who were told to leave, and they are siblings
- there is a big bad wolf who destroys property
- houses were made of wood or sticks, straw or thatched, and brick
- the pigs prosper
- the wolf perishes
Do you know the TRUE Story of The 3 Little Pigs? Well, we listened to part of the story from A. Wolf’s point of view and then we had to complete the story.
Here are a couple of endings the students wrote:
He must be the brains of the family, he built his house out of bricks.
So as I should, I knocked on his door, but there was no answer, so I called “Mr. pig? Mr. pig? Are you in, Are you in?” and still no answer. Then suddenly, I felt a tickle in my nose, it caused me to huff, snuff and SNEEZEEEEEeeee.. Luckily for the pig, his house doesn’t budge. I knocked again and again and again and again and again.. No matter what I did, the pig did not respond so I had no other option but to try to break in. I looked for the nearest thick object that would be able to break the door apart, so I went on my nose and started sniffing.
Anything? Nope. I was shamelessly standing there until something ran upon me! “Use yoursellfff” said the voice in my head. So that’s what I did. I stupidly charged directly at the door, which created, not a hole, but a dent. Seriously!? Is there anything I can do? Suddenly there was a response; “WHAT DO YOU WANT, BIG BAD WOLF?” the pig annoyingly calls, the response wasn’t so friendly, why did he assume I was bad? And why did he shout? Out of curiosity, I replied back with “Why do you call me big bad wolf? Don’t you know my real name?” “Your name isn’t The Big Bad wolf?” said the muddled pig. “NO! In fact it’s Alexander T Wolf. May I come in? I need sugar for my Grandma’s Birthday cake!.” “Fine, get inside.” Mr. Pig ultimately said.
Finally that pig swung open the door, I sensed something strange but still, stepped inside, AND… it was empty. Unhinged, I looked around and called for Mr. Pig “Uh, Mr. pig? Mr.Pig? You’re really good at hiding.” Eventually giving up, I attempted to look for sugar.. nothing.. and then something went flying in the corner of my eye, so I looked, when suddenly- BANNGGGG… A pan went across my nuzzle at a fast pace, missing my head completely. The incident made me shout – “YOWWCHHHHHHHH” – when the pain settled, I looked ahead of me, and there was not one, not two, NOT THREE.. Not even four.. Five large bags of sugar sat in front of me, almost like it was there to tease me. So when I made my move to help myself with a bag of sugar,- BANNNNNNNNGGG… the same pan hit me, this time it popped perfectly on my head. I felt disabled, almost dead, but still, I forced myself to motivate myself and speed crawl out of the house, so I did.
Once I’ve successfully got out, he menacingly stood upon me. “I don’t care about your grandma’s stupid cake and her birthday!” He said sadly. “Excuse me? That isn’t really nice..I-” Unexpectedly, I sneezed! Without a huff or a snuff, it just came out! I felt so much better after that mountainous sneeze. I looked back up to finish the conversation with the pig, but he disappeared! So I got off the floor, dusted myself and looked around. Sadly, I found the pig on the floor. Dead. So…. So I ate him.. and took the five bags of sugar out of his house. That part is too much to talk about, it was a lot of work I’d admit, but for now, I have a lifetime of sugar! I could make unlimited cakes! – Treyden
I walked up the hill farther than the others. I thought to myself that this pig must be smarter than the ones I had eaten. I knocked on the brick house, but no one answered. I called out, “Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?” Suddenly, I heard the pig’s voice from inside.
“Go away, you little rascal! Get back to where you came from!” I sighed, thinking he probably had a who

le bowl of sugar but wouldn’t share even a tiny bit for my grandma’s birthday cake. Just as I was about to head home and make something else instead of a cake, I felt a chill in the air. Determined, I huffed and puffed again, but the pig’s strong brick house didn’t move, unlike his brothers’ houses of straw and sticks. I started to feel a little defeated when an idea came to me. Instead of trying to blow the house down, maybe I could ask nicely. So, I took a deep breath and knocked again, this time gently. “Mr. Pig, please! I just need a little sugar for my grandma’s cake. It’s her birthday!” I waited, hoping he might be in a better mood this time.
– Kairangiahua
We would love to hear if you have read this story or how you have changed the end of a story