The Contest on Susanna Leonard Hill's blog: Write a children's story, in poetry or prose, maximum 400 words, that is a fractured fairy tale.
Wolfgang and the Three Little Pigs
by Laura Renauld
Wolfgang peeked in the window of a straw house. He couldn’t believe his luck. A pig sat at the table. Wolfgang would finally get a chance to meet a storybook celebrity!
He reached up and excitedly rapped on the door. “Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in!”
“Who is it?” called the pig.
“A wolf GANG? Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”
The wind began to howl. Wolfgang called, “The wind will huff and puff and blow your house in.” But his warning was too late. The cottage was flattened.
“SQUEAL!” Without looking back, the pig raced down the road to his brother’s stick house. Wolfgang ran after him.
“Wait!” But before he could introduce himself, Brother Pig slammed the door. Two celebrities! he thought. Wolfgang knocked. “Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in!”
“Don’t do it!” whispered the first pig to his brother. “He’s got a gang of wolves and they just blew my house down!”
“Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”
The wind strengthened and Wolfgang called, “The wind will huff and puff and blow your house in.” But once again, his warning was too late. The stick house collapsed. Two pigs emerged from the rubble and ran squealing down the road to their sister’s brick house.
Wolfgang ran, too. They bolted the door. Rap, rap, rap! “Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in!”
“Wolf GANG” was all Sister Pig needed to hear. “Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin. Your gang will never flatten my house, you despicable WOLF!”
“The wind can’t blow your house down,” Wolfgang yelled.
His words got jumbled in the howling gale. “I’d like to see you try!” cried Sister. The wind was too strong. Falling sideways, Wolfgang grabbed hold of the window frame.
Tap, tap, tap. Wolfgang pressed his face against the windowpane. “Let me in!” he shouted.
Sister Pig gasped. “That’s not a wolf!” She quickly opened the window and grabbed Wolfgang’s arm. Heaving him inside, they both collapsed in a heap.
“Thank you,” Wolfgang said, catching his breath. “It is such an honor to meet the famous Three Little Pigs! You are my storybook heroes. And now you are my real-life heroes!”
“The pleasure is ours,” said Sister Pig.
“Sorry for the misunderstanding,” mumbled Brother Pig.
“Wolfgang …,” mused the first pig. “What an odd name….”