So we are all into March madness over here, both the basketball kind and the kind brought on by prolonged winter cabin fever. Lucky for me, Susanna Leonard Hill is sponsoring a March Madness writing contest to help alleviate some of the boredom and restlessness that has settled into my brain. This one requires a 400 word max fractured Fairy Tale. It’s all just for fun (and a few great prizes) so give it a try, you just might get hooked!
Inspired by almost-true events:
Go outside Three Little Pigs!!
Once upon a time there were three little pigs.
Three little, lazy pigs that just sat around all day and did nothing but play video games.
Until, one sunny day when Mama Pig decided she couldn’t take it anymore.
“That’s it!” She said, pointing to the door. “I have had enough! Go. Out. SIDE!”
“What?” said the First Pig.
“You want us to go out… there?” said the Second Pig.
“But, there’s never anything to do outside.” complained the Third Pig.
Mama Pig threw open the door.
“Have an adventure! Use your imagination! Just go outside, NOW!”
So the three miserable, lazy pigs went outside.
“It’s sooo hot out here,” moaned the First Pig.
“I’m sooo bored,” whined the Second
“I miss my video games,” cried the Third.
A dark shadow crept slowly along the fence.
“Little pig, little pigs, let me in,” whispered a deep, gravely voice.
“The wolf! Mom! Mom!” The three pigs banged on the door.
“Go away,” said Mama Pig from inside the house.
The three pigs stared at one another.
“Quick!” said Pig Number One. “To the straw pile!”
The three pigs ran across the lawn and burrowed their way into the middle of the straw.
“Ha!” laughed the Wolf. “Do you really think that measly house made of hay is going to keep me away? I am going to huff and puff…”
The three pigs dug as fast as they could through the back of the straw pile.
“To the tree house!” yelled the Second Pig.
The three pigs clambered up the ladder to the tree house and slammed the door shut.
A branch snapped, and then another, and another.
Suddenly through the wall came the wolf’s furry head, his red, beady eyes and his pointed teeth.
“Really, a house made of sticks?” He snarled.
The three pigs quickly threw themselves out of the treehouse, landing one by one with a thud on the dirt below.
“Over there! Behind that brick wall!” yelled Pig Number Three.
The three pigs scampered behind the wall but they knew it was no use;
sharp claws soon crept over the rocks…
“Help! We’re doomed!” They cried.
“Pigs! Oh, Pigs, time for din-ner!” Yelled Mama Pig.
“Awww, already?” said Pig Number One.
“That was way more fun that video games!” Said Pig Number Two
“Sure was.” Said Pig Number Three. “See you tomorrow Wolf?
“See you tomorrow Pigs.”