(I rote this story all by myslf with a bit of help from Mama)
Oants opan a time thir were thre little fish.
Won day thar Mama sed to them “Go and make hawsis for yourslvs.” The frst little fish made hir haws owt of mud, but wi? I don’t kno!
But the Big Bad Fish came aloing and saw the haws and sed, “little fish, little fish let me in!”
The little fish sed, “not by the skales on my finy fin fins!”
“Then I will huf and I will puf and blo that little blob of mud down”! So he huft and he puft and he had no brakfast.
The frst little fish got awa.
The frst and secind little fish soon wer playing ches, but the Big Bad Fish kame along and sa the haws and sed, “Little fish, grrrawl (his stimik is grrawling), little fish let me in.” GrrrOWl. He was rele hungry rit now.
“Not by the skales on awr finy fin fins!”
“Then I wil huf a– (grawl)– and puf and blo your spung haws down”. So he huft an- (grawl)– and puft and he huft and (grawl) puft and bloo the haws awa. Yet he did not hav lunch ethr (yiks!).
The frst and seknd and thrd little fish wr bilding with Lincin Logs artifishaly made from drift wud.
And the Big Bad Fish came along and saw the haws and sed, “Little fish, little fish, let me kom in!”
And the thre little fish sed, “not by the skales on our finy fin fins!”
“Hmmm,” thot the Big Bad Fish to himslf. “This wil not be as ezzy as I thut!”
Then insid the haws thir was a hee hee hee. “I riggd up a BIG….” splash…. the Big Bad Fish fell into the pot. The frst and seknd and thrd little fish all sed togathr, “well that’s the end of him!”
And tha livd happly evr aftr.