The Story of Little Red Riding Hood from the Wolf’s Perspective
Because every story has two sides!
The forest was my home. I lived there and cared for it.
I tried to keep it tidy and clean.
One sunny day, while I was trying to pick up some trash that two hikers had, as usual, left behind, I heard footsteps. I jumped behind a tree and saw a little girl coming, carrying a basket.
She seemed suspicious to me from the start, because she was wearing funny bright red clothes and her head was covered with a hood as if she didn’t want to be recognized.
Of course, I stopped her to investigate the matter.
I asked her who she was, where she was from, and so on.
She told me a story about an old lady who lived a little further down the road and that she was bringing her food.
Basically, she might have been an honest person, but she was in my forest and looked very suspicious in those clothes.
So I decided to show her how serious it was to trespass without warning, dressed strangely.
I let her continue, but I ran ahead of her to her grandmother’s house.
When I met her friendly old lady, I explained my problem to her, and she agreed that her granddaughter needed a lesson. The old lady agreed to hide until I called for her. So, she hid under the bed.
When Little Red Riding Hood arrived, I invited her into the bedroom where I was already in bed, dressed as Grandma. The girl came in and as soon as she saw me, she said something mean about my big ears.
I’d been insulted before, but I tried to be polite.
I said that maybe my big ears allowed me to hear her better.
In other words, I was showing that I liked her and wanted to catch everything she said.
But she made another snide remark, this time about my bulging eyes.
Now you understand how I began to feel about this little girl, who, while sweet, was also so mean-spirited.
Despite all that, I have a habit of turning the other cheek, so I told her that my bulging eyes help me see her better.
The next insult really got under my skin.
I have a bit of a complex about my big teeth, and this girl made a snide remark.
She asked me why I have such big teeth.
I know I shouldn’t have lost my cool, but I jumped out of bed and yelled at her that my big teeth were useful for eating her.
Now let’s be honest, no wolf would ever eat a girl—everyone knows that—but this crazy girl started running around screaming, and I was trying to catch up to her to calm her down.
I even took off her grandma’s clothes, but that seemed to make things worse.
Suddenly, though, the door burst open with a loud bang, and a burly guy was standing in front of me with his axe.
I looked at him and realized I was in big trouble.
There was an open window behind me, and I bolted.
I wish I could say that’s where the story ends.
But that grandma never told the truth.
Soon, the rumor spread that I was mean and wicked.
Everyone started avoiding me.
I don’t know what happened to that mischievous little girl in the funny red clothes, but I haven’t had an easy time of it since then.
So, I decided to write you my story, in the hope of saving my reputation, even now.
And remember: don’t believe anyone unless you hear the other side of the story.
It might just be a fairy tale.
Sincerely
The Wolf
Source: https://parents.org.gr/
