Twisted Tales: The Three Little Pigs and the Big GOOD Wolf

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Proud to present..... The Big GOOD Wolf's retelling of the now twisted, turned, and flipped version of a classical fairy tale.

Submitted: June 25, 2012

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Twisted Tales

Children's Fairy Tales

The Three Little Pigs and the Big GOOD Wolf

They've got the story all wrong. I, the Big "Bad" Wolf, am not evil. In fact, I'm a very nice wolf and I used to be good friends with the Pigs. I didn't eat the three Pigs, my twin brother did. But on that stormy night there was a big misunderstanding and I ended up in jail. I guess you could say this whole problem started the day my twin brother and I were born...

You see, my mother gave birth to two wolves; my twin brother and I. The two of us were exact opposites. My brother was very, very bad. He would steal other cubs' toys, bully them, and play nasty pranks on them. I, on the other hand, spent my time helping others and even fixing my brother's many mistakes. This is why my brother was nicknames "The Big Bad Wolf" and I, "The Big Good Wolf". But my brother and I looked exactly alike and sometimes, I was mistaken for being him and vice versa. As we got older, I got nicer, he got eviller, and we grew further apart. He still came to visit me once in a while though, and during these visits, he would often play a prank or two on me and even take my belongings. So I soon learnt to hide everything valuable every time he came over.

Then, there was that night. I'm sure you remember. That windy night in the forest? Yes, yes, that one. Well, I was friends with the three Pigs and Big Brother Pig built a house out of straw. I advised him against building a rickety house, but he didn't listen. And on that windy night, whoosh, his house got blown away. Luckily, he wasn't hurt and he came running to me for help. So, of course I let him stay in my den.

Then, the night after that, Big Brother Pig's little brother, Brother Pig, set his house on fire. It turns out he accidentally knocked over a candle. I told him that a house build of wood had high fire hazards. Luckily, Brother Pig escaped safe and sound. He ran over to my house and I also let him stay in my den.

So now, three animals lived in a one-bedroom den. Obviously it was quite squishy, but I didn't mind. Little did I know though, someone else would soon seek my help.

The next night, the littlest of the three Pigs, Little Pig, flooded his brick house by leaving his tap running. Imagine that! But then, Little Pig has always been very forgetful. Like his older brothers, he came, unharmed, to me for help. I let him stay in my den. Afterall, I couldn't turn away his plea for help.

With four mouths to feed, my weekly food supply ran dry within two days. I then decided that a visit to the market would be necessary. I left home at about three o' clock, after giving the Pigs a list of chores that needed to be finished.

All right folks, this is just about where my bad luck starts. You see, while I was gone at the market, my twin brother decided to come pay me a visit. He rang the doorbell and the Pigs, thinking that my brother was me, opened the door. As we all know, my twin brother is definitely not a good wolf, and to him, pigs were food. My three guests became my brother's meal and to make things worse, my neighbour, Ms. Porcupine, witnessed the whole tragedy. She ran inside her house, phoned the police, my brother fled the scene, and I returned home just as the police arrived.

So here I am; in jail, arrested for a crime I didn't commit. Of course, the news reporters just made the whole situation worse by "jazzing it up". And now, everyone's got the whole story wrong, and there are two Big "Bad" Wolves.

The End



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