The Three Little Pigs and the Big, Bad Dinosaur

A couple of days ago, I asked 4-year-old Big Brother to do me a favour and entertain 10-month-old Baby for a few minutes. “How?” he asked. “I don’t know,” I said, desperate to escape to the bathroom. “Tell him a story.”

Two minutes later, I returned to find him telling the story of the Three Little Pigs.

“Shhh,” he whispered when I walked in. “I’m making up my own words. My story has a dinosaur.”

This is that story.

Three Little Pigs and the Big, Bad Dinosaur

Once upon a time there were three little pigs. When they left home, they built houses. The first pig built his house out of straw. The second pig built his house out of sticks. And the third pig built his house out of bricks.

The houses were all next to each other, because they were best friends. Then they built fences with sticks all around their houses.

One day, a dinosaur came. The dinosaur was a sharp-tooth dinosaur. He went to the first little pig’s house and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me in! And if you don’t, I’ll blow your house down by huffing and puffing!”

“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!”

So the dinosaur huffed and puffed and blew the house down. And the little pig ran to his friend’s house, that was made of sticks.

Then they found out the dinosaur was allergic and started sneezing when he smelled flowers. So they built a garden around the stick house, and it was a trap for the dinosaur.

Soon, the dinosaur came to the second house. “Little pig, little pig, let me in! And if you don’t let me in, I’ll blow your house down and I’ll huff and puff!”

And the two little pigs said, “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!”

Then the dinosaur started to blow, but then he started sneezing. He was allergic to the flowers that were a trap. But it didn’t work. All his sneezing blew down the stick house, and the two little pigs had to run to the house made of bricks. They went there because their brother was their best friend.

The pigs used lots of rope and made a big trap for the dinosaur.

Soon, the dinosaur came. But he got caught in the trap, and the rope tied around him. So he started running away. And then the pigs went running after him and chasing the dinosaur.

Suddenly, the dinosaur remembered his sharp teeth. He bit through the rope, and then he turned around and started chasing the three little pigs!

The pigs ran as fast as they could back to the brick house, closed the door and locked it. Then the dinosaur said, “Let me in or I’ll blow down your house by huffing and puffing!”

But the pigs didn’t say anything, because they were laughing. The brick house was too strong and the dinosaur couldn’t blow it down.

So the dinosaur used his sharp teeth to bite the house. But it didn’t work!

Then the dinosaur had sore teeth. So he had to go to a dentist.

The dentist said, “You really hurt your teeth. You’re not allowed to bite houses or try to eat little pigs anymore. Otherwise you’ll have to stay here for a hundred years so your teeth can heal.”

But the dinosaur said, “I’m going to go and eat those three little pigs! Ha ha ha ha ha!”

So the dentist locked him in the room. And then the dinosaur realised he was on a plate, but he was too slow to escape. So the dentists all ate him for dinner.

And the three little pigs lived happily ever after.

The end.

25 Comments

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25 responses to “The Three Little Pigs and the Big, Bad Dinosaur

  1. I think we have that plate, too! Great twist to an old favorite! I bet the kids loved it!

  2. Leave it to a dentist to defeat the dinosaur. I believe that is how the dinosaur became extinct. Your son needs his own blog.

  3. He should publish that. I. Love. It.

    Your brilliance is rubbing off on them.

  4. Cuter than cute! Big brother minding little brother. Great story telling skills too. Can’t wait for the next one. Little Red Riding hood and the seven dwarf dinosaurs maybe. I am thinking the dinosaur will be a repeat performer.

  5. This is sort of like how zombies got added to Jane Austen. Except, you know, shorter. I loved how the pigs were brothers and best friends (and smart — the flowers were a great touch).

  6. His story was so cute. Writing/story telling talent must be genetic. How lovely that he would make a story up to entertain his little brother too, what a bond they share. :) Brothers and best friends, just like the pigs.

  7. Love. Chills that Big Brother is so awesome. And following in Mum’s footsteps (see how I called you Mum instead of Mom?).

  8. A worthy entry in the fairy-tale mashup genre. Little Pigs! Dinosaurs! Dentists! This story has it all. But seriously, those are some imaginative twists on the old fable; it does seem like he has all the necessary raw ingredients to make a fine storyteller.

    • I know, right? Inciting event! Midpoint reversal! The ending was a little deus ex machina, but what can you expect from a four year old? At least they didn’t wake up and find it was all a dream. :)

  9. Oh my goodness! That was amazing. He had plot structure, escalating conflict and a satisfying resolution. He’s a prodigy. :D

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