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**Collaborative Lesson Plan Reader's Theater Script** Adapted by Lara Sursa


 * __The True Story of the Three Little Pigs__**

CAST Narrator Wolf Pig 1-no lines Pig 2 Pig 3 Police officer-no lines

WOLF Everybody knows the story of the Three Little Pigs. Or at least they THINK they do. But I’ll let you in on a little secret. Nobody knows the real story, because nobody has ever heard MY side of the story. I’m the wolf. Alexander T Wolf. You can call me Al. I don’t know how this whole Big Bad thing got started, but it’s all wrong. Maybe it’s because of our diet. Hey, it’s not my fault wolves eat cute little animals like bunnies and sheep and pigs. That’s just he way we are. If cheeseburgers were cute, folks would probably think you were big and bad too. (//Pauses)// But, like I was saying, they have it all wrong. The real story is about a cup of sugar and a sneeze.

Narrator Way back in Once Upon a Time time, the wolf was making a birthday cake for his dear Granny. He had a terrible sneezing cold and he ran out of sugar. So, he walked down the street to ask his neighbor for a cup of sugar. Now this neighbor was a pig, and he wasn’t too bright either. He built his house out of straw. Can you believe it? STRAW! So, of course as soon as the wolf knocked on the door, he fell right in.

WOLF Little Pig, Little Pig, are you in?

Narrator He was just about to go home without the cup of sugar for his Granny’s cake, when his nose started to itch. There was a sneeze coming on!! So he huffed and he snuffed and he sneezed a great sneeze.

(WOLF is acting this out as the narrator is telling.)

WOLF And you know what? That whole stinkin’ straw house fell down. The right in the middle of the pile of straw was the first little pig dead as a doornail. He had been home the whole time. It seemed like a shame to leave a perfectly good ham dinner lying there in the straw, so I ate it up. Think of it like a cheeseburger.

Narrator Well, Wolf was feeling a little better. But he still didn’t have any sugar. So he went to the next neighbor’s house. This neighbor was the first little pig’s brother. He was a little smarter, but not much He had built his house of sticks. So he rang the doorbell on the stick house. Nobody answered.

WOLF “Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?

Pig 2 “Go away wolf. You can’t come in. I’m shaving the hairs on my chinny chin chin.”

Narrator Wolf had just grabbed the doorknob when he felt another sneeze coming on. So he huffed and he snuffed and he tried to cover his mouth, but he sneezed a great sneeze. (WOLF is acting this out as the narrator is telling.)

WOLF You’re not going to believe this, but that guy’s house fell down just like his brothers. Narrator When the dust cleared, there was the second little pig-dead as a doornail. Now, you know food will go bad if you just leave it out.

WOLF So I did the only think there was to do. I had dinner, again. Think of it as a second helping.

Narrator Well, Wolf was feeling a little better. But he still didn’t have any sugar for his dear old granny’s birthday cake. So he went to the next neighbor’s house. This guy was the first and second little pig’s brother. He must have been the brains of the family. He had built his house of bricks. So he knocked on the door of the brick house. Nobody answered.

WOLF “Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?”

Narrator Do you know what that rude little porker answered?

Pig #3 “Get out of here Wolf. Don’t bother me again!”

NARRATOR Talk about impolite! Well, the wolf was just about to go home and maybe make a nice birthday card instead of a cake when he felt his cold coming back on. He huffed, and he snuffed, and he sneezed once again. (WOLF is acting this out as the narrator is telling.) Pig 3 “And your old granny can sit on a pin!”

WOLF I am usually a pretty calm fellow. But when somebody talks about my granny like that, I go crazy! When the cops drove up, of course I was trying to break down this Pigs door. And the whole time I was huffing and puffing and sneezing and making a real scene. Being arrested. Narrator The news reporters found out of the two pigs that the wolf had for dinner. They figured a story about a sick wolf looking for sugar to make his granny a cake wasn’t too exciting. So they jazzed it up with all the huff and puff nonsense.

WOLF And they made me the bad guy. That’s it. The real story. I was framed. (grins) maybe you could loan me a cup of sugar.

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