Personal Narrative: Three Pigs

Are they gone yet? Do you see them, hear them, anything? You would've thought I learned my lesson after that little girl in the red incident. I don't think you believe me, so now it's time to hear my side of the story.
So, I'm not going to lie, I was following those 3 pigs home. It was deep, deep into the woods and I was feeling a little hungry and didn't feel like going back home. So, I thought I'd have a little snack and since I was in the mood for meat, those pigs were the perfect choice for me. I was waiting behind a tree for the perfect time to get them, until I heard screaming and crashing inside the house. The next thing I know is that those pigs were walking outside with bags and cases and their mother was screaming “Never come back here again!” But then when I followed them to where they were going they started to build...houses I believe.

They each had their own houses, one made of straws, another made of sticks, and the last made of bricks. By this time I was so hungry, so I went in for kill, I was trying to be sneaky, but little did I know was that the pig in the house made of straw house was looking out the window. He starts to scream but good thing no one heard him. So guess what I did? Yes!, I ran up to the straw house and all I had to do was knock it down, so I did. But that little thing was already at the second pig’s house warning him and then they ran to the third piggies house made of