Hello, I’m known as the Big Bad
Wolf. I live in a forest surrounded by trees, and I truly
love it here. What I don’t appreciate is when people spread
rumors and gossip about me, like
claiming I blew down two of the three little pigs' houses.
I’m not bad; I simply just have one of
those faces that make people think that.
One day, I saw Little Red Riding
Hood skipping through the forest with a basket in her
hand. “Hey, Red, where are you off to?” I asked. “I’m headed
to Grandma’s; she’s ill and needs
food.” Then, she continued skipping down the path.
I decided I should help, so without
Red knowing, I hurried ahead to Grandma’s house. I
knocked on her door with my furry paws, trying not to knock
too loudly so I do not disturb
Grandma. “Who is it?” she asked. “A friend of Red’s. I heard
you were sick and wanted to help,”
I replied. “Well, a friend of Little Red is a friend of
mine. Come on in!” When I stepped inside,
she was shocked to see me, the wolf everyone’s been talking
about. “What do you need help
with?” she smiled, realizing I wasn’t a bad wolf. Despite
not looking or feeling her best, she was
happy. “Could you grab me a glass of water and some more
blankets?” “Of course, I’m happy to
help.” I fetched her a glass of water and some blankets,
helping to spread them over the bed
where she was lying. “Would you like me to add some more
wood to the fire as well?” “Oh yes,
that would be lovely,” she said in a kind, soft voice.
As I was adding wood to the
fireplace, Red arrived and looked surprised. Little Red
Riding Hood gave her Grandma some food, and her face lit up
with happiness as she ate the
muffins and rolls.
Grandma eventually offered me some
muffins, and I gladly accepted, but she wouldn’t let
go of the muffin until I swallowed it and her whole.
“Ahhhhh,” Red screamed in horror. I was
shocked that I had eaten Grandma. All I wanted was the
muffin. Red rushed up to me, opened my
mouth, and put her arm down my throat, trying to get Grandma
out, but she fell instead.
“Noooo,” I yelled. I fled into the forest to get some help,
but the next thing I knew, there was an
arrow in my back and a woodsman cutting me open.
The woodsman eventually rescued Red
and Grandma from my stomach, and no one was
harmed except me. I eventually went to my Grandma’s to put
her sewing skills to good use.
Now you know it was all a misunderstanding. I didn’t mean to
eat anyone. Red and I are actually
close friends; she just doesn’t let me take food from others
anymore. Things here in the forest are
good—except for the suspicious woodsman lurking in the
bushes with his bow and arrow.
