She was absolutely stunning. The way her red velvet dress fanned out around her hips when she spun. The click of her shoes as her partner whirled her to and fro rang throughout the hall. Charlie had never seen anything so amazing. He sat on the edge of his seat, big brown eyes wide and twinkling in his awe. It was like nothing else existed but the woman and the curve of her arms inward as she spun in circle after circle, her legs occasionally dipping out to make her look long and graceful.
This are-write of The Three Little Pigs that I wrote in 6th Grade. I recall that it was a school project where I had to re-write a classic fairy tale. There are some edits just to make the story a bit easier to read, but for the most part I've left the grammar, wording, and concepts as they were. This is just a ridiculous, silly, good-natured fairy tale, as told by Bernard Anthony Dean Wolf. So sit back, have a laugh, and enjoy.
**I'd like to start this poem with a forewarning. It's meant to be ironic. It's meant to portray a certain mindset and to negate that mindset, because why would you ever stand still, unmoving and unchanging? If you relate or have had these thoughts, I beseech you, please seek help. It isn't okay and you are worth so much more than you know. Take it from someone who had to be there to know, to write these words: you are enough. You will be okay. And you deserve better.**