I Swear to Tell the Whole TRUTH

I'm Ben Barry Wolf, known as B.B. Wolf. You might have heard of me. Big breath, three houses, big and… BAD! I have a bad reputation from a false story. I'm a window wiper here to tell you the true story of The Three Little Pigs.

I was on my way to Curly Pig's house; I always walk the same routine every week. This week he told me to wait outside on the side walk for him, saying it was such a nice day that we shouldn't spend it inside his small straw house.

I waited patiently for a while, but clouds moved in, dark ones, so I went up to the door and knocked.

"Curly Pig, are you in!" I stood their waiting for a reply

"G-o aw-ay wolf, or I w-ill hit y-ou with my chin-y chin ch-in!" It was a low afraid voice that also seemed sure of itself.

Then I felt my hay fever kick in, I felt the soft tingle in my nose grow and grow. I tried to turn my head, but it was too late. "A-A-CHOOOOOO!" The whole house fell down in a tangled mess. The clouds had grown bigger and darker, making the scene look eerie and evil.

"Curly I'm really sorry! Curly?" Sure enough the pig was gone, leaving me to go to his brother's house.

I trotted up to Larry Pig's house of sticks, my wiping gear at my side. I knew he would want me to have started, so I began to clean his grimy left window. As the window cleared I saw a ghastly scene.

Larry pig was sitting in a chair with a knife in one hoof and a piglet in the other looking at the baby with a sly smile. I held my breath, trying not to make a sound. Larry saw me though, but I still held my breath tightly, my face turning red.

"What are ye' doin'" (he just got back from a trip to Scott land) "This here is private property, in it!" My face was now turning a deep shade of purple. "Yer' insane, breathe!" I let out a deep breath, which accidentally knocked over the house, bonking me several times on the head by the shower of sticks.

A trickle of rain started to fall as I yelled for Larry. He wasn't there, so I left to go to the sister's house.

The sister's name was Kiki, and she must have been the brains of the family. She had built her house out of a series of different colored bricks. The cement between each brick was spotted with orange dots.

I went up and rang the door bell, a slab of the door slid open revealing a pair of bright, shiny eyes, a color of deep blue. "Good day to you B.B. shall you start with the highest windows and work your way down?"

"Of course Kiki."

"If the rain gets too terrible come inside at once, don't want you catching any colds!" Her voice was enchanting.

"I'll remember that," I said as I climbed up my ladder. The house was three stories. The tall chimney had a roast lamb scented steam coming out and over the house through the rain. The rain was harder now.

I leaned over the chimney to smell the aroma. I then slipped in. I clung to the walls with my claw, but I was scorched by the steam.

Kiki soon found a chance for good gossip and used her convincing voice to spread the story around, making my B.B., in her story, stand for big bad. Then she joined her brothers, who had fled the country for various reasons. I eventually moved too, to tell millions the real story of B.B. Wolf and the villainous pigs.