The Wolf and the Fake News Story
My name is Wolf, but everyone calls me The Big Bad Wolf, but I am not mean. The pigs, on the other hand, are evil. Let me tell you why.
One day, I was out for a walk. I was whistling. I passed a house made of straw. I stopped to look at it. I took a deep breath and whistled so hard, I blew the house down. The pig ran away. I wanted to say sorry, so I chased him to the stick house.
I called to him, but my breath blew the house down. The two pigs ran away. I wanted to say sorry to them both, so I chased them to the brick house.
I called again and again, but they would not come out. I was desperate, so I climbed onto the roof and down the chimney. They lit a fire and burnt my tail.
They told everyone a fake news story, and everyone thought it was true. The pigs are liars!- Total nr. of readings: 19,789 Copyright © The author  All Rights Reserved. This story may not be reproduced without the express written permission of the author except for personal use.
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