What difference would it make if I consider myself innocent, if at the end everybody agrees to put the bad big wolf in jail? Well at least in Jail I would find a cup of SUGAR easily!!!! !!! The wolf shouted.
After reviewing the story that Alexander T. Wolf gave in court today to justify his conduct the judge found it so uncertain that it was hard to believe. Judge Bricks decides to sentence Al to death by the lethal injection. T. Wolf will enjoy his remaining days at happily ever after penitentiary.
Al tries to justify himself by telling the judge that he never meant to eat the two little pigs, “I’m diagnosed with high cholesterol I can’t eat fatty pigs, but the situation I was, gave me not other option. My grandma taught me not to waste food. I don’t understand why we wolves have to be the bad guys all the time nobody knows how good we are and just judge us by our appearance, but the bad guys are others(Little red riding hood is not as innocent as she looks), well that’s another tale. Here goes the REAL story of those three boars!, the one that everyone knows is a camouflage invented by that old pig bastard!
It was a good day of summer and I was taking a walk by the forest to get some lilies for my grandma’s b-day but for my disgrace that day my allergies were killing me so picking up flowers would make it worst . So I decided to bake her favorite cake. I went back home and when I was about to mix all the ingredients I found that I didn’t have sugar. I decided to go to my neighbor’s to ask for some sugar and for my surprise it was “dinner” I mean a pig. His house was made of straw, what a dumb and lazy pig. I knocked at the door and it fell, my snout was itching and it made me sneeze and I could see how the house shook and it fell right in front of me. I saw a terrified pig sitting in a green sofa in front of an off television set. Straws (pig nickname)looked at me frightened and left running I went after him to apologize but the dumb pig fell and hit his back of his head with a rock causing him an instant death. The pig was already dead so it would be a waste to leave that feast out in the forest. I thought it twice before eating the pig because of my cholesterol but my appetite was stronger.
So I went to my next neighbor’s house. Straws’ brother. This pig was really mean, his door was open when he saw me he shot the door at my face and it seems the dust cause my allergies to react and I sneezed a big sneeze. When the dust cleared I saw the dead pig, a stick was coming out of his stomach and there was my second buffet.
So I went to the next house to have some pork I mean sugar. This pig was smart he had built his house of bricks. I knocked at the door to give my apologies to the third pig about his brothers and to ask for a cup of sugar. To my surprise “bricks” opened and let me in the house. I explained to him what happened. I heard someone knocking at the door, it was the police. I don’t know from where that pig bastard got a gun and was pointing at me telling me that if I wanted to leave unharmed I must tell the police that I really wanted to eat the two little pigs and knocking down their houses were part of the evil plan. I have no other choice but to attack that bastard and that’s when the police came in and saw a furious wolf beating up an innocent and cute little PIG. They arrestedme. To my surprise the third little pig is a judge the same one that sentenced me to death. I just have 10 days left and I decided to be a vegetarian.
Below you will find a recent photograph of the third little pig after the death of Alexander T. Wolf.
1 comment:
Hi Luisa,
It was very interesting how you found a way to present your story from a legal aspect. Interest enough, you personified the wolf and have him defending himself in court. In the end it was the Wolf destiny to be executed as the judge was the brother of the late two pigs. The judge seemed to have a measure of revenge as you had him smiling at the end.
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