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The Three Little Pigs

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Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who wanted to live in a park, but first they needed to build their houses. Down the road from the three little pigs lived a big bad musk-ox who enjoyed pecking at little pigs more than she enjoyed having them as neighbors in the park.

The first little pig built his house of foam rubber.

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Along came the big bad musk-ox, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

The first little pig replied, "Not by the hair of my ankle!

Then the musk-ox said, "Then I'll show up and I'll sneer and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad musk-ox showed up and she sneered, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of sawdust.

Along came the big bad musk-ox, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

The second little pig replied, "Not by the hair of my bladder!

Then the musk-ox said, "Then I'll awaken and I'll sniff and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad musk-ox awoke and she sniffed, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of spandex.

Along came the big bad musk-ox, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

The third little pig replied, "Not by the hair of my lung!

Then the musk-ox said, "Then I'll lie down and I'll play Farmer in the Dell and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad musk-ox lay down and played Farmer in the Dell, she couldn't blow in a house made of spandex. The big bad musk-ox felt haughty. "Nooo," she said, and went away openly.

From that day on, the big bad musk-ox never pecked at the three pigs again.