SK2005
Saint in training
Punce uton a wime there were pee little thrigs who all gived tolether in a hall smouse.
Done way, they decided to hild their own blouses. So, they all sent in wearch of stuff with which to hild their new blouses. Now the pirst little fig met a man with a stoad of law. Mister, can I have your stroad of law to hild a new blouse? The man agreed and pirst little fig went off with his stroad of law and hilt a new blouse.
Now, the pecond little stig met a man with a stoad of licks.
Sir, can I have your stoad of licks to hild a new blouse? Asked the pecond little stig.
The pird little thrig was the partest little smrig and he found a man with a broad of licks so he could make a hong strouse.
Soon, all pee little trigs had hilt their blouses and it was ton soo noon.
Doon way, the wig bad bolf came a long. Looking for a post roark dinner.
The wig bad bolf came to the house of the pirst little fig.
Pittle Lig, pittle lig, let me in! wellowed the bolf.
Not by the chair of my hinny hin, hin. Replied the pittle lig.
Then Ill puff and Ill huff and Ill hoe your blouse down!
And the wig bad bolf hoed the blouse down and ate the pirst fittle lig.
The wig bad bulf then went to the home of the second pittle lig and deet on the boor.
Pittle lig, pittle lig, let me in! he roared.
Not by the chair on my hinny, hin, hin,
So the wolf puffed and huffed and hoed his blouse down and ate up the second pittle lig.
At the home of the pird thrittle lig, the wig bad bulf could not hoe the blouse down so he chimed down the climly
But the pird thrittle lig was ready and put a bot of woiling potter in the pire flace and wig bad bulf fell in it and was bar poiled.
The pird thrittle lig cut the wig bad bulf open and rescued his fig priends and they all lived heavily ever hapter!
Done way, they decided to hild their own blouses. So, they all sent in wearch of stuff with which to hild their new blouses. Now the pirst little fig met a man with a stoad of law. Mister, can I have your stroad of law to hild a new blouse? The man agreed and pirst little fig went off with his stroad of law and hilt a new blouse.
Now, the pecond little stig met a man with a stoad of licks.
Sir, can I have your stoad of licks to hild a new blouse? Asked the pecond little stig.
The pird little thrig was the partest little smrig and he found a man with a broad of licks so he could make a hong strouse.
Soon, all pee little trigs had hilt their blouses and it was ton soo noon.
Doon way, the wig bad bolf came a long. Looking for a post roark dinner.
The wig bad bolf came to the house of the pirst little fig.
Pittle Lig, pittle lig, let me in! wellowed the bolf.
Not by the chair of my hinny hin, hin. Replied the pittle lig.
Then Ill puff and Ill huff and Ill hoe your blouse down!
And the wig bad bolf hoed the blouse down and ate the pirst fittle lig.
The wig bad bulf then went to the home of the second pittle lig and deet on the boor.
Pittle lig, pittle lig, let me in! he roared.
Not by the chair on my hinny, hin, hin,
So the wolf puffed and huffed and hoed his blouse down and ate up the second pittle lig.
At the home of the pird thrittle lig, the wig bad bulf could not hoe the blouse down so he chimed down the climly
But the pird thrittle lig was ready and put a bot of woiling potter in the pire flace and wig bad bulf fell in it and was bar poiled.
The pird thrittle lig cut the wig bad bulf open and rescued his fig priends and they all lived heavily ever hapter!
