The Sweet-treats School House

Little Pig sat on a shortbread bench, trying to ignore his schoolhouse’s mouth-watering fresh-baked smell. He turned to his brother Middle Pig and said, “I can’t wait until Big Pig starts building our new school. In here, all I can think about is eating cookies.”

- Maggie Murphy

“Resisting the treats is better than watching the whole class yawning all day,” said Middle Pig. “The weird sleeping spell that hit the castle near our old school sure was strong.”

Little Pig agreed. “We had to move! Who wants to nap during recess? And I’m glad everyone is awake to see the model of my playhouse.” Happily, he peeked into a bag that held a small, fancy straw house.

“Quiet for roll call, please,” said their teacher, Mama Bear. “Red Riding Hood?”

“Here,” said Red Riding Hood.

“Hang up your pretty scarlet cloak on a candy cane, dear,” said Mama Bear. “Thumbelina?”

“Here!” said a small voice. Mama Bear looked around. “Where are you, darling?”

“Over here!”

Sharp-eyed Little Pig spotted his tiny classmate and pointed. “She’s on the lemon-drop lampshade, Mrs. Bear.”

“Hop to a front desktop, would you, Belina? Good. Baby Bear?”

Baby’s shaggy paw waved wildly. “Grrr. I mean, here! Mama, someone’s sitting at my desk.”

“Baby, you know that in this temporary location, students share desks. Of course Goldilocks is allowed to sit with you.”

“But she’s eating my desk all up!” cried Baby Bear.