One day, a big bad bunny came along. She saw the little wolf in his house of straws.
“Let me in, let me in,” said the big bad bunny.
“Your fingers are straws! Tiny, tiny straws! I want to savour the taste of you!”
“I won’t!”, said the first little wolf.
“Not by the claw on my prissy-paw-paw!”
Then the bunny flashed her teeth, with her front tooth a little chipped.
“Then I’ll hop.
And I’ll bop.
And I’ll burn your house down!”, growled the big bad bunny.
So she hopped and she bopped and she burned the house down! The first little wolf scampered away to join his brother in the house made of sticks. The big bad bunny followed him and knocked on the house made of sticks.
“Unbar this door! I’m going to hoppity-hop-hop-in!”, said the big bad bunny.
“You’re full of sticks! Big, big sticks! I want to savour the taste of you!”
“No! No! No!”, cried the second little wolf.
“Not by the claw on my pudgy-paw-paw!”
Then the bunny narrowed her chinky eyes, with her right one a little asymmetrical to the left.
“Then I’ll hop.
And I’ll bop.
And I’ll burn your house down!”, snarled the big bad bunny.
So she hopped and she bopped and she burned the house down! The bunny tried to catch both wolves at once but she was too greedy and got neither! The two little wolves, brothers-in-arms, skedaddled away once more.
“Let’s get out of Dodge! She’s a Big Bad Broad!”
The big bad bunny, left to her own devices, sauntered down the drag path to a house made of bricks.
“I’m hungry! I’m unquenched! I’m drying up faster than Egypt!”, cried the big bad bunny.
“You’re stout as bricks! You’re stoic with chicks! I want to savour the taste of you!”
“No! My dear, no!”, ejaculated the third little wolf.
“Not by the claw on my puritanical-paw-paw!”
Then the bunny unsheathed her claws and chewed on each tip, creating ten saw-toothed blades under her menacing silhouette.
“Then I’ll hop.
And I’ll bop.
And I’ll burn your house down!”, snickered the big bad bunny.
So she hopped and she bopped. And she hopped and hopped and she bopped and bopped. She did her hoppity hop and bopped her boppity bop, but the house would not burn down. This made the big bad bunny very angry. She climbed onto the roof and clambered down the chimney. Without looking, she fell onto the smoking hot brazier full of home-cooked shashlyk. The grill hissed loudly and so did the big bad bunny.
“Ah, more tender meat to skewer and serve on this very platter!”, the third little wolf flashed her a boyish grin.
“Feast on me, darling. I worked the shaft so well. I’ll make for a great supper!”
The third little wolf dined on the big bad bunny and they lived happily ever after in the house of bricks.