Once upon a time there were three little
wombats living with their mum. Tehy lived in a safe, underground
burrow. It was warm and soft and very comfortable.
One wombat told his mum he wanted to build
a home of his own., "I want to build a brick house because nothing
bad came come into my home and threaten me. Brick houses are safe,
like this burrow."
This first wombat said goodbye to his
mother and left his home. As he kept walking along the track, he
met a man who sold him some bricks. They were big solid bricks and
the wombat started building a house. It was hard work and took him
a long time.
The next wombat, back at home, said to
his mum, "I am a big wombat now. I should build my own house like
my big brother." But this little wombat didn't want to take a long
time to build his house because he liked to romp and play. so he
quickly build a house out of some old sticks that he found in the
bush. then he went for a play and a picnic in the hills.
With only one wombat left at home, mum
knew what was coming! He told him mum that he was going to head off
and start his own life. He was tired of having to do lots of chores
around the house for her! Now this third little wombat was a little
bit chubby and even lazier than the number 2 wombat. As soon as he
had left home, he met a farmer that had lots and lots and lots of
hay (or straw). This little wombat built his house and it was very
quickly done.... He went and played with his friends and his brother.
They liked playing Wombat Tiggy the best.
The first wombat finally finished his
brick house. He felt nice and comfy in it. The billabong was close
so he had lots of fresh water and gum trees nearby gave him some
shade.
The bush land had some very friendly and
some not so friendly characters living there. One of these was the
angry, hungry, fat, hairy dingo. He was out hunting for some food
one day when he spied the two younger wombats playing in the yard
of the straw house. They ran inside as soon as they saw him.
"Little wombats, little wombats, let me
come in and see your fine new home. Open up!" said the daring dingo.
"Not by the sharp claws on
our little hairy paws" they chorused together.
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blooooow your
house down."
And he did.
The two wombats ran as quickly as they could out he back
door and scampered to the stick house. The dingo was still catching
his breath when they locked the doors and hugged each other because
they were so frightened.
The Dingo saw them inside and whispered
in a quiet, sneaky, smooth voice, "Little wombats, little wombats
can I come in and play? I'm lonely."
"No! Not by the hair and fur on our hairy little paws!"
The dingo roared, "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll
blow your house in!"
And he did!
The little wombats were really terrified now and ran
at 50 mile per hour to their brother's brick house. The big, bad, mean,
puffy-tailed dingo chased them. He was a bit plump himself so they
were able to get inside, lock the doors and bar the windows before
he caught them. Whatever would become of them!
The dingo was enraged now. "Little wombats, let me come
in or I'll be reeeeeallly cross and then you'll be sorry."
"No way, hairy! You just want breakfast, lunch , AND
dinner."
The wombats felt braver now they were together and the
oldest one was calm. He hadn't been chased twice already by the dingo!
The dingo was thinking that he needed x-ray vision to
see into the brick house!
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and blow that house down.
So zip it up." yelled the dingo from outside.
"I'm coming in!"
The wombats heard silence outside and
peaked out the window. They saw the hairy tail of the dingo disappearing
up onto the roof. They knew what he was up to now. They put a huge
billycan full of water on the fire. The biggest wombat was pleased
he had built so close to the billabong because he had lots of water
to spare.
The big pot of water started to bubble
on the fire and they heard puffing and grunting noises coming down
the chimney. He was on his way down. Would their plan work?
They heard and enormous scream coming
down the chimney and they could smell something like burnt cooking.
The dingo's bushy tail was well and truly on fire. He was trying
to squeeze up the chimney, not down.
The dingo popped out the top of the chimney
and ran away screaming about how horrible wombats are. It was a victory
for the wombats. He was never seen again in that part of the bush.
The wombats made the brick house bigger and all helped each other.
They just lived happily ever after.