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Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived 3 little wolves. Their names were Inky, Winky, and Moe. The wolves decided to build their own houses. Inky make her house out of dry corn. It was so easy and fast to build. Winky decided to make hers out of flowers. She thought that flowers would make a beautiful home.
Moe thought and thought about her home. She didn't care if it would be easy to build or how pretty it looked, she wanted one that would last. She decided that a mud house would be best. Inky and Winky butilt their houses in one day. They thought Moe was silly for building her house out of squishy mud. They thought it would take too long. Moe carefully packed the mud one layer at a time. This took several days to complete.
Then one day a big bad pig was wandering through the forest, his name was Snort. He came up to Inky's house and said, "Little wolf, little wolf open your door." Inky said, "Go away pig, I don't want to see you anymore." Then the pig said, "I'll snort and I'll snort and knock your house down to the floor." So he snorted and snorted and the corm house came down to the floor. Inky ran off to Winky's house. Short ate the corn from Inky's house.
Next Snort went to Winky's flower house and knocked on the door. He said, "Little wolves, little wolves open your door." Winky said, "Go away pig, we don't want to see you anymore." Then the pig said, "I'll snort and I'll snort and knock your house down to the floor." So he snorted and snorted and let out a big sneeze, the house came crumbling down to the floor. Snort was allergic to flowers. Inky and Winky ran off to Moe's house. They told Moe what had happened, they were so scared.
Not too long after they got to Moe's mud house, the pig just looked at the house and laughed. He loved mud and thought that this house would be the easiest of all. He knocked on the door and said, "Little wolves, little wolves open your door." Moe said, "Go away pig, we don't want to see you anymore." Then the pig said, "I'll snort and I'll snort and knock your house down to the floor." So he snorted and snorted and notheing happened.
He tried it again, again, and again but the house made of mud wouldn't budge an inch. So finnaly he decided to give up and he left. Inky and Winky told Moe that they were sorry for making fun of his house. They didn't know that when mud dries, it turns hard like concrete. All three wolves decided to live in Moe's house. The big bad pig, Snort, never bothered them again and they lived happily ever after. The End.
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Larry, Harry and Mary Rabbit lived with their Mother Rabbit deep in a forest. One day the mother sent the rabbits out to seek their fortunes. So the three little rabbits paked their three little knapsacks, hopped on their three little scooters, and rode away.
Larry soon came to a man who had a cart full of straw. So he asked, "Please kind man, would your give me some straw?" "Certainly," said the man. The man gave Larry some straw, and Larry built a house.
Harry soon came to a man who had a truckload of sticks. So Harry, too, asked, "Please sir, may I have some sticks?" "Yes you may, " said the man. Harry got his sticks and built himself a house.
Mary also came to a man. The man had a shopping cart full of bricks. So Mary asked, "Excuse me, but could I have some of your bricks?" "Of course," said the man. He willingly gave her some of his bricks, and she, too, built a house.
Mother Rabbit had been sure to warn her children about Fox. If he caught a rabbit, he would eat it faster than you could coulnt to five. Fox was also clever and could trick little rabbits, if they weren't careful!
One lovely spring day, Larry heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" asked Larry. "Fox, " said the person at the door. "Oh no!" Larry thought. "Rabbit, Rabbit. Let me come in," said Fox. "No, no, no. Not by the wiskers on my chinney, chin, chin!" yelled Larry. "Then I'll huff and puff and blow your house in!" exclaimed Fox. So Fox blew the house in and ate Larry up.
One hour later Harry heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" asked Harry. "Fox," said Fox. "Oh no!" Harry thought. "Rabbit, Rabbit. Let me come in," said Fox "No, no, no. Not by the whiskers on my chinney, chin chin!" yelled Harry. "Then I'll huff and puff and blow your house in!" exclaimed Fox. So Fox blew the house in and ate Harry up.
Later on, Mary heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" asked Mary. "Fox," said Fox. "Oh no!" Mary thought. "Rabbit, rabbit. Let me come in," said Fox. "No, no, no. Not by the whiskers on my chinney, chin, chin!" yelled Mary. "Then I'll huff and puff and blow your house in!" exclaimed Fox. So Fox blew and blew and blew, but Fox could blow Mary's little house down. So he left.
Twenty minutes later he came back with a ladder and climbed onto the roof. "Little Rabbit, I'm coming down the chimney!" Fox said. He was happy to finally trick Mary Rabbit, but Mary had put a pot of boiling water under the chimney. When Fox fell down the chimney, he burnt his tail so badly that he jumped up the chimney and wasn't ever heard from again. |
But on the way up, there was a bridge that hung over a rushing river. Under the bridge lived a Troll who was as ugly as she was mean. First the youngest Hippo decided to cross the bridge. "Thump, Thump, Thump, Thum'!" went the bridge. "WHO'S THAT THUMPING OVER MY BRIDGE?" roared the Troll.
"Oh, it's only I the tiniest Hippo," said the Hippo in his very small voice. "And I'm going to the meadow to make myself fat. "No you're not," said the Troll, "for I'm going to cook you and eat you up!" "Oh please don't eat me. I'm too little, " said the Hippo. "Wait till the second Hippo comes. He's much bigger." "Well then, be off with you, " said the Troll.
A little later the second Hippo came to cross the bridge. "THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!" went the bridge. "WHO'S THAT THUMPING OVER MY BRIDGE?" roared the Troll.
"Oh, it's only I, the second Hippo, and I'm going up to the meadow to make myself fat, " said the Hippo. His voice was not so small. "No you're not," said the Troll, "for I'm going to cood and eat you!" "Oh, please don't take me. Wait a little till the third Hippo comes. He's much bigger." "Very well, be off with you, " said the Troll.
Finally, the third Hippo came. "THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP," went the bridge. The third Hippo was so heavy that the bridge creaked, groaned, and almost broke under him. " WHO'S THAT THUMPING OVER MY BRIDGE?" roared the Troll.
"Well, come along!" said the big Hippo. "I've got sharp teeth and big feet. See what you can do!" So up jumped the mean, ugly Troll. The Big Hippo bit him with his teeth and trampled him with his feet. He then tossed him in the rushing river.
The big Hippo went up the hillside to join his brothers. In the meadow, the three Hippo's got so fat that they couldn't walk. The Hippo's lived happily ever after. |