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Clever little pigs

This is a rather random post after about a year of inactivity...but I thought a 6-yr-old's take on an old fable was fabulous!!! Here goes:

One day three little pigs were having tea. Suddenly they heard a knock on the door. The door was translucent (! clearly random thoughts run in the family!) but people could see through the door. The tallest pig cold see through the door. So he looked through thte door and saw something brown. What could it be? It was the big bad wolf! So they locked the door and got on having tea, The wolf blew the house down. The three little pigs were screaming and ran away so the wolf didn't get any dinner anyway that day!

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