Saturday, November 28, 2009

Raphael Kidman's Award Winning Story 2009

 
The Big Hairy Monster

In 1999 the three little pigs were in Wellington City shopping for new slick shoes, when suddenly they felt a rumbling in the ground. At first they thought it was an earthquake. Quickly looking up they saw the big hairy monster. The long huge shadow was seemed to be coming across the dazzling harbour from Petone.  They were wrong. That shadow was the big bad wolf. Quickly the three porky little pigs ran for their bacon all the way to their building. One little pig ran to the Beehive, another ran to the Town hall, and the oldest ran all the way to Te Papa, as fast as their fat little legs would take their bacon.

The big bad wolf ran straight to the Beehive. The big bad wolf called fiercely to the Little Porker. “Little Pig, little Pig I can’t wait to taste your sizzling little snout”. So that scary, hairy wolf he huffed and he puffed and he blew that Beehive down. That wild wolf thought that the Little Snout was buried dead amongst the rubble, but that Porker had a secret lift that went from the Beehive all the way to the building across the road. As fast as his little fat feet would take him, that little pig bolted for the Town hall where his brother was.

When the Big Bad wolf came to and realised what had happened he sprinted and got to the historical Town Hall as fast as lightening.   He still had enough puff and he huffed and he puffed and just blew that Town hall all the way to China, or so he thought. But those pink porky pigs went straight out of the North East exit and ran their baconed bottoms all the way to Te Papa and sprinted up to level 5.    
 The oldest porker was wise and he knew his engineering.  He said to his bacon bottom brother and sizzling little sister “watch this, that silly old wolf won’t be able to blow this newly engineered building down. That big wolf is way too wrinkled and old”.  Now that big hairy old wolf he huffed and puffed and his lips turned blue, he puffed and huffed and his whitened whiskers dropped out and he huffed and puffed and simply fell over.

He was crying with embarrassment.  Now those three little porky pigs were so happy.  They were singing and dancing in a daze on the outside deck at Te Papa.  So joyful were they that when they were getting ready to dive into the harbour they didn’t see the sleek and skilful Taniwha waiting to eat those porky pigs.  They forgot that their Mum had told them ‘always keep your eyes open’.