The three little pigs...and their little Mummy pig

 
  Once upon a time, there were three little pigs, and a little Mummy pig. Usually, little Mummy pig had to work during the school holidays, but she had always dreamed of spending time with her three little pigs, filling the days with educational adventures, hugs and kisses and joyous memory making activities. Finally, the day had come where she could be home for the whole holidays with her beautiful little piggies. The oldest of the three little pigs loved staying in his room all day, playing online with his teenage piggy friends and generally being as anti-social as possible. The second little pig came out of his room, played for a while and went 'whinge, whinge, whinge' all the way to the end of school holidays, that besides little Mummy pigs best ideas, there was absolutely nothing to do. The third little pig was only a very wee little baby pig, who decided that although he was getting very good at grunting, and making a big mess when he ate, like all good wee little pigs, he had no desire to learn how to walk. He has quite happy for little Mummy pig to carry him everywhere. Wee little pig would grunt and point and little Mummy pig would trot off in that general direction to keep him from screaming their brick house down. By the end of the day when big Daddy pig come home from work, little Mummy pig was slightly exhausted.  But as the three little pigs were on their best behaviour when big Daddy pig got home, big Daddy pig thought little Mummy pig was insane when she tried to explain about her hard day. So, little Mummy pig waited patiently until it was time for the two bigger little pigs to go back to school so she could run up to the big bad wolf teachers and give them a big hug to say "thank you for doing what you do, you crazy, crazy, big, bad wolves." The moral of the story is, "God Bless Teachers."

The End.

 Talk soon
x Michelle
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