WRITING WINNER

The Thre Little Pigs

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ART WINNER: Kelli Brantley, third grade, Falls Road Baptist Church School

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By Mary Margaret Love, third grade, OLPH Catholic School

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By Sarah Bland, third grade, Englewood Elementary School

(An Acrostic Story)

By Marissa McGeachy, seventh grade, Parker Middle School

At a village in Kentucky, there lived three little pigs.

Because they were too old to live with their mother, they went out to build their own house.

Charles, the laziest pig, decided to build his house out of straw.

"Daddy would have been proud that his son was being so clever," he mused.

Except, little did he know the big, bad wolf was there.

Frightened, Charles ran inside his house.

"Goodness little piggy, let me come in, please," the wolf pleaded.

"How could I ever let someone like you in?" he cried.

"I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down," the wolf declared.

Just as he said, he blew that straw house down.

Kevin, who had just finished his stick house, saw his brother.

"Little old me was just minding my own business when the big, bad wolf came and blew my house down! Please let me stay with you," he begged.

"Most assuredly, you are welcome in my house," Kevin said.

Nervously, they both scanned the woods for the wolf. When they saw him, they flew into the house.

"Oh, little pigs, let me come in," the wolf whispered.

"Please, oh please, we will not bother you, just go away," they both wailed.

Quickly, the wolf blew down their house and chased them all the way to their third brother's house.

Randy, who had made his house out of brick, took them in graciously.

Soon, the wolf was knocking on their door.

"Three little piggies, oh goodness me, let me in," he cooed.

"Unbelievable, wolf, we shall not let you in," they all yelled.

Vehemently, the wolf blew at the house.

Wondrously, the house did not fall. So, the wolf tried to climb through the chimney.

Xylophone, Randy's wife, had turned on the fireplace, and when the wolf fell down the chimney, he burned himself.

"Yow!" the wolf screamed while running away.

Zaxton, the village in Kentucky which the three little pigs saved, was never bothered by the big, bad wolf ever again.

Camping is vivacious

By Lindy Pittman, Rocky Mount Academy

Boy, do I have to tell you something really exciting! I went to camp two days after school ended last year! I went with my mom and grand mom. We stayed at my mom's aunt, uncle and cousin's house because my camp started early the next day at 7 a.m. My mom's cousin's name is Alex. Also, he is ten. I enjoyed staying with them.

I felt vivacious when I went up to the mountains to go camping. The camp's name is Ton-A-Wandah! It's an Indian camp. You get initiated into different tribes. They're Cherokee, Navajo and Mohawk. I was thrust into the Mohawk tribe because my mom was a Mohawk.

While I was there I tried rock climbing, ballet, kayaking and splashed and played in the water. We also had a dance. I asked a boy named Jacob to dance with me. Jacob was from Kentucky! We danced most of the time, but sometimes he ditched me and danced with another girl! I was appalled when this happened! It was fun though!

Coming back home I was sad to be leaving camp, but happy to see my family again (but not much for my brother and sister)! We rode with a friend named Cate that lived in my neighborhood that had stayed in my cabin with me. It felt good to be home.

I loved camp! It was so much fun. I decided to stay for three weeks the next time I go. Camp is vivacious!