Witchella and the Three Flying Pigs

Once upon a time, there was a little witch named Witchella. 

She liked to go exploring, so one day she took her training broom for a ride in the forest. There, she came upon a house. She knocked and, when no one answered, she walked right in.  Little did she know it was the house of the Teenage Flying Pigs. 

At the table in the kitchen, there were three bowls of spaghetti-os.  Witchella was hungry.  She was always hungry.  She tasted the spaghetti-os from the first bowl.

"These spaghetti-os are too hot!" she exclaimed.

Next she tasted the spaghetti-os from the second bowl.

"These spaghetti-os are too cold," she grumbled.

Finally, she tasted the last bowl of spaghetti-os.

"Ahhh! These spaghetti-os are just right," she said happily and she ate them all up.

After she'd eaten the three flying pigs' spaghetti-os, she decided she was feeling a little tired.  She walked into the living room where she saw three chairs.  Witchella  sat down in the first chair.

"This chair is too big!" she said.

She sat down in the second chair.  "This chair is too big, too!" she muttered.

So she tried the last and smallest chair.

"Ahhh, this chair is just right," she sighed. But just as she settled down into the chair to rest, it broke into pieces!

Witchella was very tired by this time, so she went upstairs to the bedroom. She lay down in the first bed, but it was too hard. She curled up on second bed, but it was too soft.  When she laid on the third bed, she found that it was just right... and fell fast asleep. 

While she was sleeping, the three flying pigs came home. 

"Someone's been eating my spaghetti-os," complained the the first Flying Pig.

"Someone's been eating my spaghetti-os," added the second Flying Pig.

"Someone's been eating my spaghetti-os and they ate them all up!" wailed the youngest Flying Pig.

"Someone's been sitting in my chair," grumbled the first Flying Pig.

"Someone's been sitting in my chair," muttered the second Flying Pig.

"Someone's been sitting in my chair and they broke it all to pieces," howled the youngest Flying Pig.

They decided to look around some more.  When they reached the bedroom, the first Flying Pig bear noticed, "Someone's been sleeping in my bed!"

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed, too" said the second Flying Pig.

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed and there she is!" shouted the youngest Flying Pig.

Just then, Witchella woke up and saw the three pigs. She jumped up, and ran out of the room.  

Witchella ran down the stairs, opened the door, and took off on her broom.  She never again returned to the home of the three Flying Pigs... which was fine with them.  They invited the wolves back and they all played Playstation and ate Cheetohs until dawn.

Flying pigs galore here and here.  (You'll find some witches, too.)