My maths whizz.By Amato

My narrative on the three little pigs.By Amato

Once upon a time there were three little pigs. Their
mum told them to build their own houses.
Their mother wanted them to move out of the house
because they were getting too big and it  could get  over
crowded.

The first pig was collecting straw to build his own
house. He was tired from building his house.
Then the second little pig was looking in the forest for sticks. He found a lot of sticks. He was happy that his stick house was done.
The third little pig built his house out of bricks. He got his
bricks from this man that came past in  his truck. He
asked if he could have some of the man's bricks. He said yes so he went off to build the house.
In the woods, along came a wolf.

He went to
the first pig’s house and said “Open this door or I’ll huff and  puff and blow your house down”
“No I’ll not let you in!” yelled the first little pig. Then the wolf blew the house down.
The first little pig ran and ran until he got to the second pigs house they locked the door together. Then  
he peeked inside to see if anyone was in the house.
“ Come out little pigs no” he got so  
angry he  blow the stick house into  pieces.  They got to
the last house to the brick house. Both little pigs  ran they close the door the wolf   huff and puff
and blew it down but nothing happened he kept on blowing  but it
didn’t   work so he climbed the chimney and went flying
down the chimney  splash  he fell into the  pot  and  
they ate him into pieces .The End.
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