The Big Bad Wolf Retold
Yes, I am The Big Bad Wolf. I am the most terrible bad and evil guy who gobbles up old grannies and tries to rip part wittle girlies. I did try to do that, but I did not succeed doing it. Bah! I am disgrace to all villains if you ask me. Well this time, I am telling this story and you will all know what exactly happened all those years ago.
Long time ago, in the deep woods, a handsome young dashing fellow was born and two people became dad and mom. The three of them made a happy little family. The dad would go for long periods of time, searching for food in the forests and come back home late in the evening. Mom would be doing her housely chores all day. Since the family lived all alone, there was no one to play with the young boy. To entertain him, his mom would dress up as warriors and knights and tell him stories all day. She taught him how to create masks, talk in funny voices and sing jolly good songs. For the little boy, his life was filled with joy and happiness.
But soon misfortune would befall them for one day, his mom fell sick. Father didn't know what to do. He asked the boy to take care of his mom while he would go find some medicine in the woods. The boy didn't know what to do, for he had not seen his mom like this before. But he knew his mom was hurting and he helped his mom do the house chores and took care of her like she was his child. That night father came home, with the medicine but, he
was bleeding heavily.
Then suddenly a huge man entered the house with a big axe. He killed the father with his axe, grinning like a maniac at the frightened mom and kid. The mom threw the young pup away and sacrificed herself to protect him. The young boy's world was taken away from him that night. It was a full moon night that day. His mom liked full moons. She would howl joyous tunes on seeing the full moon. The young boy cried himself to sleep that night.
As the young pup grew up, he learned about his family heritage. His clan was known for their beautiful red fur and the tribe of two legged animals called humans liked to collect their skin to cover themselves up. They would skin the wolves of their fur and make coats for themselves and wear them with pride. They called themselves the Red Riding Hoods.
The young pup was appalled by the sick nature of these two legged humans. He wanted to seek revenge for his parents and his clan, for he was last one who was not yet killed by the humans for his fur. You all know what happened after this.
The young girl sure did tell a good story, she sure did not miss out on my funny quirks and jolly imitations of her granny. I could have killed them both that day. The thing was, when I opened my mouth and I saw the frightened look on the little red riding hood. She reminded me of my mom before she was killed and I was the maniac this time. So I just howled and sat there on the old Grannied bed.
As the story continues, a brave man came to her call right, that brave man, was my Big Bad Wolf. I spat out the granny, she tasted awfull and smelled funny anyways. The brave man took me down to the woods to skin me and sell my skin. I just killed him, just like he killed my family. Obviously I peed on his dead carcus and howled ater that for a few hours tilled I passed out. I said good bye to that rusty old forest after all those years and travelled the world, found a new tribe of wolves deep in the forests of a super cold mountain.
Story Rewrite by Survesh :)