BY JASMINE STONE VAN DRESSER
Once there was a little pink pig with five little spotted brothers and sisters. They had a nice home in the wood lot with their mama, and a nice yard with a little white fence around it. The little pigs were very happy playing in the yard. They made mud pies and baked them in the sun.
One day the little pink pig asked his mama to let him go out of the gate into the big road.
“You are too little and do not know enough yet,” said his mama. “When you grow bigger I shall teach you about the big road, and then you may go. Now, be a good little pig, and run and play with your brothers and sisters.”
But the little pink pig would not play with his brothers and sisters. He ran off in a corner by himself and would not make mud pies.
“the black and white thing rolled him over in the dust.”