Fake News of 3 Little Pigs by Big Bad Wolf

Hello kids, my name is Wolf. Because of the fake news about me, people have started calling me The Big Bad Wolf. Let me assure you, I am a good wolf. Here is the true side of the fake news by evil pigs.

One day, I was in a jolly mood. Singing and whistling to myself.

I saw a straw house, build on my way. I was surprised and whistled hard. The house blew down. A little pig came out of it and started running away from me. I felt very bad. I wanted to say sorry. But, the little pig won’t stop to listen to me. I ran after him to say how sorry I was.

The little pig went into another house, made of sticks. I tried calling the pig to tell sorry. But, my breath blew the house down. Two little pigs ran away.

A poor sorry wolf – I wanted to say sorry to both of them. But, they ran away and went inside a brick house. Now, they won’t even hear my sorry. I climbed onto the roof and cried, “I was sorry.”

They won’t reply. I tried to get down to tell how sorry I was. But, the pigs lit the fireplace and burnt my tail. As you have heard, the fake news story pigs had told. Believe me, the pigs are liars. Their story is fake story.

Now, can you do your own version of the story?
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The ‘Fake news’

The fake news is the original story of the “three little pigs and a big bad wolf”

Once upon a time there was an old Sow with three little Pigs. As the Pigs grew older, she sent them out to seek their fortune.

The three little pigs decided to start by building a house to live in. As they were going to buy some bricks to build a house with, they came across a Man carrying a bundle of straw.

The first little pig got an idea. He didn’t want to spend money on bricks and gathered some straw to build a house.

The little Pig quickly gathered some straw and built a house. The first little pig settled down and prepared to take rest in the afternoon.

Two other little pigs watched the first pig build a weak house. They promised to build a stronger house to be safe from other animals.

While two little pigs were walking to the brick barn, the second little pig had an idea to build a strong house out of sticks. He gathered sticks from the jungle and built an attractive house. But, the third little pig wasn’t impressed by the second little pig’s house. Although it looked beautiful, it was very weak.

The third little Pig reached the brickworks and bought a load of bricks to build his house.

One day, a big bad wolf came to the village. He saw a straw house and knocked at the door. He said, “Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in.”

To which, the Pig answered, “No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!” said the Wolf.

So he huffed and he puffed, and he blew his house in. The little pig ran away from the house the second little pig’s house – the beautiful straw house.

The little pig went inside and locked the door from inside the stick house.
The Wolf followed the first little pig and said, “Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in.”

“No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin,” said the two pigs.

“Then I’ll puff and I’ll huff, and I’ll blow your house in!”

So he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed, and at last he blew the house down. Two little pigs ran away from the ruins to the third pig’s house. The rushed inside and locked the house.

The Wolf followed the two pigs to the third house. He said, “Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in.”

“No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin,” said three pigs together.

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.”

Then he huffed and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed; but he could not get the house down. When he found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the house down, he said,

“Little Pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips.”

“Where?” said the little Pig.

“Oh, in Mr. Smith’s home-field; and if you will be ready to-morrow morning, I will call for you, and we will go together and get some for dinner.”

“Very well,” said the little Pig, “I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?”

“Oh, at six o’clock.”

Well, the little Pig got up at five, and got the turnips and was home again before six. When the Wolf came he said, “Little Pig, are you ready?”

“Ready!” said the little Pig, “I have been and come back again, and got a nice pot-full for dinner.”

The Wolf felt very angry at this, but thought that he would be up to the little Pig somehow or other; so he said, “Little Pig, I know where there is a nice apple-tree.”

“Where?” said the Pig.

“Down at Merry-garden,” replied the Wolf; “and if you will not deceive me I will come for you, at five o’clock to-morrow, and we will go together and get some apples.”

Well, the little Pig woke at four the next morning, and bustled up, and went off for the apples, hoping to get back before the Wolf came; but he had farther to go, and had to climb the tree, so that just as he was coming down from it, he saw the Wolf coming, which, as you may suppose, frightened him very much. When the Wolf came up he said, “Little Pig, what! are you here before me? Are they nice apples?”

“Yes, very,” said the little Pig; “I will throw you down one.” And he threw it so far that, while the Wolf was gone to pick it up, the little Pig jumped down and ran home.

The next day the Wolf came again, and said to the little Pig, “Little Pig, there is a Fair in the Town this afternoon: will you go?”

“Oh, yes,” said the Pig, “I will go; what time shall you be ready?”

“At three,” said the Wolf.

So the little Pig went off before the time, as usual, and got to the Fair, and bought a butter churn, and was on his way home with it when he saw the Wolf coming. Then he could not tell what to do. So he got into the churn to hide, and in doing so turned it round, and it began to roll, and rolled down the hill with the Pig inside it, which frightened the Wolf so much that he ran home without going to the Fair.

Then the little Pig said, “Hah! I frightened you, did I? I had been to the Fair and bought a butter churn, and when I saw you I got into it, and rolled down the hill.”

Then the Wolf was very angry indeed, and declared he would eat up the little Pig, and that he would get down the chimney after him.

When the little Pig saw what he was about, pigs made up a blazing fire, and, just as the Wolf was coming down, the Wolf’s tail caught fire. He rushed out of chimney and ran to the nearby river to put the fire out.

After that the world knew how bad the wolf was. Everybody knows him by the name – Big Bad Wolf.