L2.+Poe+Parody

Once upon a time there was a wolf named Sparky. His father, Zingo, was very close to him. They were best friends and did everything in the world together. One day they were out chopping wood and collecting cool leaves together. As Sparky turned around to catch a leaf, he heard a loud vicious scream. He turned around to find his father lying under a tree that had fallen while he was chopping it. Sparky was terrified. He didn’t know what to do, for he was not expecting his father to die. Sparky wept as he carried his father’s body away to his back field and he had a funeral for him. After, Sparky went back and collected the wood and leaves that him and his father had collected earlier on that day. He stacked them in the back of his house.

 Little did Sparky know, the three little pigs Bugatti, Lambo, and Mazaratti were looking for things with which to build their houses. As soon as the little pigs watched Sparky turn off his lights to his little wooden house, they quietly crept around the back of his house and stole the wood and leaves that Sparky and his father had collected that morning. They all built their houses quietly during the night.

 The next day, Sparky went to go build things with his special wood and leaves when he realized it was gone! “Who would take my things straight from my property?” Said the wolf. He searched all day for who might have taken his things and then it came to his mind…”The three little pigs I pick on took it!”

He quickly ran as fast as he could on all fours to the pigs’ property. He knocked on their doors, but they would not open them. The wolf thought to himself, “I’ll hide around here until they come out and then I”ll kill them all!” That is exactly what he did. Seven o’ clock came around and the little pigs went looking for something to eat. The wolf grasped Bugatti by the neck and tied him to a tree next to a cave. The other two, Mazaratti and Lambo, got trapped inside the cave. Sparky made the two pigs watch as he killed their best friend. Then he killed them too. He hid their bodies in a hole inside the cave and went on with his night. When he crept into bed, he heard voices…pig voices. They were driving him crazy. He knew what he did was wrong and he did it out of anger. He would never see the little pigs anymore, nevermore. He dozed off to sleep and he dreamed about it. “Nevermore will you see us again1” Chanted the pigs. Sparky awoke anxiously. He had to move their bodies somewhere else. He took them deep into the woods and made a nice grave site for them. Soon, he fell into a deep, weary sleep… it has not yet been said where the wolf has returned.