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What's the Time, Mr Wolf? By Debi Gliori

Mar 07, 2016

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Page 1: What's the Time, Mr Wolf? By Debi Gliori
Page 2: What's the Time, Mr Wolf? By Debi Gliori

It is seven o’clock in the morning.Mr Wolf is woken up by four and twenty blackbirds.

‘What’s the time, Mr Wolf?’ they tweet.‘It’s time for blackbird pie,’ yawns Mr Wolf.

Page 3: What's the Time, Mr Wolf? By Debi Gliori

It is seven o’clock in the morning.Mr Wolf is woken up by four and twenty blackbirds.

‘What’s the time, Mr Wolf?’ they tweet.‘It’s time for blackbird pie,’ yawns Mr Wolf.

Page 4: What's the Time, Mr Wolf? By Debi Gliori

goes the door of the stone house.

It is eight o’clock in the morning.All Mr Wolf’s neighbours slam

their doors on their way to work.

BANG!

goes the door of the wooden house.

CRASH!

THUD!goes the door of the straw house.

‘What’s the time, Mr Wolf?’ giggle the three little pigs.

‘It’s time for bacon sandwiches,’ mutters Mr Wolf.

Page 5: What's the Time, Mr Wolf? By Debi Gliori

goes the door of the stone house.

It is eight o’clock in the morning.All Mr Wolf’s neighbours slam

their doors on their way to work.

BANG!

goes the door of the wooden house.

CRASH!

THUD!goes the door of the straw house.

‘What’s the time, Mr Wolf?’ giggle the three little pigs.

‘It’s time for bacon sandwiches,’ mutters Mr Wolf.

Page 6: What's the Time, Mr Wolf? By Debi Gliori

It is nine o’clock in the morning.

Here comes the post girl in her little red hood.

About time too, thinks Mr Wolf,

running to the door.

But there is nothing for Mr Wolf – not so much as a card!

Poor Mr Wolf.

Page 7: What's the Time, Mr Wolf? By Debi Gliori

It is nine o’clock in the morning.

Here comes the post girl in her little red hood.

About time too, thinks Mr Wolf,

running to the door.

But there is nothing for Mr Wolf – not so much as a card!

Poor Mr Wolf.