Three little kittens

This week for writing our teacher gave us a task to write a fairy tale and I had made my own version with the Three Little Pigs.

I really enjoyed this task because I got to re-write my own version of one of my childhood stories.

Once upon a time, there was an old mother cat and three little kittens. “Be careful of the old man in the old shack, if ever needed, run back here to me” said the mother cat as she sent her kittens out to make homes of their own.

The first little kitten carved her house in a blackberry bush far from the old man’s home. “The thorns of this bush will protect me,” thought the little kitten, little did she know that was the old man’s favorite berry bush. A few hours passed and the little kitten was driven out of her home by the barks of the old man's dog.

The second little kitten built their home out of hay that laid outside the old man’s house, and used it to build their house, little did he know the old man was using that to burn a fire, with the old man seeing that it had already set itself in the position he lit it bright. The kitten barely managed to make it out and ran all the way home.

The third little kitten built its house inside a hole that was surrounded by hogs. “Sure enough that old man won’t bother me here,” little did he know, the old man hunted the hogs in that place very often, therefore he was driven out, nearly being shot, and ran all the way home.

Mother cat kept her little kittens promising not to let them go until they are older, while the old man enjoyed his dinner of pork and berries.