fairy+tale+webquest

On the fairy tale web quest we had to get in to groups and make A fairy tale of our own it was not that hard then we had to show the teacher. My group was Jacob Gorgia and I. Our fairy tale was called cinderella and the 3 little pigs.

THE STORY IS BELOW:

 Paragraph one: Clean the drapes, vacuum the floor, clean the windows. Gees is there anything I get out of here I mean I live with the three little pigs. Yes they are the pigs from the story but they changed it a little bit, the wolf didn’t actually die he go out of there and hasn’t been seen since. Oh by the way I’m Cinderella but everyone calls me Cindy, for short. Truth be told the pigs aren’t that bad I mean they took me in when no one else would, but they also aren’t little in size. “CINDY” Missy Piggy yells “ COME HERE”. Gees patience is not a virtue for her is it now. Slowly making my way up the stairs covered in purple silk that had to be changed weekly. Opening the big black doors I step inside to the rosy pink room with with a red bed planted in the middle of the room. If you hadn’t noticed she has a thing for colour and when I say colour I mean bright colour, it hurts to look being a more subtle person myself. “Cindy dear you must swear to me that you will not go to the ball tonight” says Missy Piggy. “But you and the other men are going, why can’t I?” I answer dread seeping into my bones, I had been waiting for this for a long time. To finally meet the prince. “The wolf will be there, so you must not meet him ever!!!!” “But I thought you said you hadn’t seen him since that terrible night that he got away.” “Yes that is true but we have spies and they tell us that he is going to be there tonight and we plan to finish this tonight, we can’t live in fear anymore.” “I can’t let you go alone, can I help?” “No,no,no,no it’s to dangerous you must say here we will come back.”

Paragraph two: So I am forbidden to go to the ball tonight well that is depressing I hate it when people or pigs destroy, my schedule like that. After Missy Piggy told me I fled to my room crying and that’s when the fairy appeared. I know what your thinking a fairy right you have to be kidding me, but no I’m not it’s all true.Aparntly fairies aren’t all sweet and kind and pretty well not this one anyway. I for one like that sterotype better but my fairy godmother is snappy old and not in the kind grandmotherly way, the kind that you preternd to like for your mothers sake. My grand plan was to climb down trellis outside my window.