the stories we write
the pictures we draw
three pigs flying high over the sun
a mother and baby behind a fence
perhaps?
maybe they have wings or are they
conversation bubbles, or maybe a
bonnet of some sort
these three pigs will build houses
and a wolf will try to eat them,
one will die,
the wolf will fall down the chimney into
a pot of boiling water
a small child wrote and illustrated
this story, a conglomeration of stories
she heard with her own stories
where pigs fly over suns and one
can build a strong house,
strong enough to withstand the attack of
a hungry wolf
let that lesson stand
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