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
389 words
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.
“Wolfgang.”
“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….”