One March afternoon in 1969 I was on the deck of a Chinese junk listening to the water clop against the wooden hull and enjoying a breeze that blew toward the South China Sea. The junk bobbed ... [+]
Translated by Wendy Cross
Sizzle was a nice little pig. He was the third boy in the Littlepig family. He shared his little bedroom with his two big brothers, Porky and Hammy. The three little pigs slept in bunk beds and Sizzle was always on the very top.Every morning, Mrs. Littlepig came to wake them up by opening the big window in their bedroom. Sizzle didn't want to get out of his nice warm bed. It was cold outside, and the grass they had to walk on to get to school would be wet. Sizzle didn't like school very much. Adding up was easy. But then there was spelling and Sizzle hated spelling. I before E except after C.