“We live our lives like Jesus”
I’ve never been so humiliated. It all started around a month ago. I was wandering through the woods when I heard some little pigs squealing.
“Goodbye my piglets,” the mummy pig said warm-heartily, “I will miss you”
Hearing this, I decided to follow the three little pigs and see what they get up to. From afar, I watched the first pig create a house out of straw. The other two piglets decided to carry on down the windy path towards the next town.
I was feeling a bit peckish so I went to the little pig’s house, made of straw, to see if he would let me in. I was hoping he might offer me some lunch. My mother has always told me to ask the owner if I could come in. As I walked up to the door, I could feel a tickling inside my nostrils. I had a quick sniff and banged three times. “Little pig, little pig let me come in,” I said sweetly. Instantly after I spoke to the little pig I started sneezing. “Ahhhhuffff, Ahhhpufff, ahhh I think I might blow your house down!” I shouted, “Ahhhhhhchooooooooo!” I was shocked, I couldn’t believe I sneezed the house down. The little pig looked so scared and ran away to the next town. I wanted to apologise to the little pig so I followed him.
When I reached the edge of the village, my stomach started rumbling again. As I looked to the left, I noticed a sweet little house made out of sticks. I wondered if another pig might live there and if they would invite me in for afternoon tea. As I approached the front door, my nose started to twitch. I banged on the door three times and sweetly asked, “Little pig, little pig let me come in.” All of a sudden, my nose exploded again and I couldn’t stop sneezing. “Ahhhhuffff, Ahhhpufff, ahhh I think might blow your house down!” I shouted, “Ahhhhhhchooooooooo!” The house clattered to the ground and left standing there were two little pigs with their mouths dropped down to the floor. When they saw me, they quickly dashed away to the next village. I only wanted some nice cucumber sandwiches for my tummy but I ended up humiliating myself. I decided to follow them to tell them how sorry I was and to hopefully make friends with them.
I saw them run as fast as their little legs could carry them into a quaint brick house. My stomach kept gurgling as it was telling me how hungry it was. As I approached the front door, my eyes started to water. I banged on the door three times and sweetly asked, “Little pig, little pig let me come in.” All of a sudden, my nose erupted again and I couldn’t stop sneezing. “Ahhhhuffff, Ahhhpufff, ahhh I think might blow your house down!” I shouted, “Ahhhhhhchooooooooo!” But this time the house didn’t even move. I peeked through the letter box and could see three little pig quivering in the corner of the kitchen. I decided to try and find another way into the house. I really needed to apologise for my mistake. I climbed up onto the roof and just like Father Christmas slipped down the chimney. To my surprise, the three little pigs had been cooking what smelt like the most delicious stew on the fire. From the edge of the fire, I explained to the three little pigs that I had hay fever and thankfully the pigs understood and allowed me to stay for dinner.
Maybe next time I won’t visit my neighbours during hay fever season!