Looks Bad But is Good By EM Whitman A Remake of Little Red Riding Hood

 

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.