The Other Side Of The Fairy Tales: Little Red Riding Hood

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We have all grown up listening to, enthralled by and eventually retelling the age old fairy tales to our children and grandchildren. And we retell the same version as we learned with very little variance to the story and absolutely no difference in who each villain or victim is in every tale. However, as adults we have come to learn that there are ALWAYS two sides to every story. So...what about THE OTHER SIDE of these beloved fairy tales? I’ll bet it would be an entirely different story if we got the ‘bad guys’ side. Think about it, and see if you don’t agree once you read the other side that I found out

Submitted: March 21, 2007

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“Little Red Riding Hood”

After much research and private investigation work, I finally managed to discover the hidden location of the infamous “Big Bad Wolf” who as we were taught was a terror to poor Little Red Riding Hood. It took an exhausting amount of talking to convince the furry fellow that I really did wish to tell HIS side of the story and wasn’t just another treasure hunter out to steal his famous Granny Wardrobe Collectables. He finally agreed to an interview and to tell his side.

It seems that he still holds a grudge against Little Riding Hood, because in his words, “She was NOT the innocent sweet child she made everyone believe; in fact she was a wretched little brat.”

First let me tell you that he feels he was unjustly labelled, Big Bad Wolf, since his name was actually Big Bob Wolf. I have to say that this could be true, at least according to his drivers’ licence, because that’s the name that was printed on it.

Anyway, according to ‘Bob’, the red riding hood was actually his! It seems that he was in the habit of gathering wild flowers for his own granny. She particularly liked the flowers that grew in early spring and late fall, but his ears always got so very cold that he often suffered terrible ear aches. So his granny made him the red riding hood, to protect his ears and keep him warm.

One day he was in the forest, picking a heap of wild flowers because his granny had not been feeling very well lately and he thought he would cheer her up with a large bouquet. He claimed it was an exceptionally nice day and there were so many beautiful flowers, that he didn’t realize how far he had wandered from the path he usually stayed close to.

All of a sudden, he looked up to see a little girl standing right in front of him, demanding that he give her his flowers! It was then that he noticed he really had picked an awful lot more than he had intended to, and was quite willing to share with her. But, he said; she wasn’t satisfied with just sharing the flowers. Oh NO! She wanted them all! She told him that her own granny was not well and her mother told her she had to go see the old woman. “Like I have nothing better to do with my day.” She had exclaimed.

“Now how absolutely ungrateful is that?” Bob asked me. Then he continued, “I tried to explain why I was picking them, but she wouldn’t listen. She hit me over the head with my own basket, and knocked me plum out! When I came to, my lovely red riding hood was gone! I was lying on the ground, shivering with cold and my ear was broken! How can a little girl be so cruel?”

I asked him what he did then.

“Well I knew there was a granny cottage not so far from there, and I was pretty sure it was that little brats’ granny. So I set off to find the house. After all, grandparents are very big on good manners and being polite to other people. They don’t take too kindly to rude children. So I was pretty sure she would give that brat what was coming to her. And since I knew a shortcut to get to where I had seen the place, I got there before she did.”

“Well you can imagine my shock when I knocked on the door and this little old lady all dressed in black leather opened the door! She even had a set of nunchucks in her hand! It took me a few minutes to quick staring, then I told her what happened, and she got mad because I hadn’t eaten the little wretch and now she was on her way to her granny’s house. Granny didn’t want to see her, and asked me what kind of wolf I was to let the little brat go! Before I could answer her, she smacked me over the head with those nunchucks and broke my other ear! Then she stormed out of the house, jumped on a big Harley and took off.”

“There was nothing more for me to do but just go get some more flowers for my own granny. But before I could leave, I heard that kid coming. I didn’t know what else to do! I ran into the house, and hid in the bedroom closet. I was pretty sure once that creepy kid found her granny not home, she would just leave and then I could escape. But noooooooooo, she come waltzing into the house and started calling for the old lady with a really high pitched sickening sweet voice. I had to cover my ears to keep them from aching.”

“Well, after a few minutes, I heard a door slam and thought she was gone so I crept out of the closet, so scared I forgot I still had that old ladies bed bonnet on my head. Apparently, that wretched kid was just searching through the kitchen cupboards, because the next thing I know, I heard her coming to the bedroom, still singing in that eye gouging voice. I jumped into the bed and pulled the covers up over my head to hide.

”Bob was clearly disturbed and quite shaken by the memories. I handed him a glass of cold water to drink before he could continue.

“She walked into the room, jumped on the bed and yanked the covers off, pinching me in the process. Then she poked me in the eye telling me I was looking old with all the wrinkles and bags around them. That hurt so bad I couldn’t even see for several minutes. She didn’t stop there; she grabbed my lip and jerked it up, saying that I needed new dentures since mine were gross and nasty. She even pulled one of my whiskers out and made my lip bleed! To make matters worse, that insolent brat smacked the end of my nose and told me it looked like a giant wart, made my nose sting so bad I had tears in my eyes. But the last straw was when she yanked that bonnet off my head, jerking on my broken ear as she insulted my fur by telling me I should get a perm or shave it off. I howled and jumped out of that bed and started running for the front door! But I guess that kid saw a woodcutter outside and decided to play little miss innocent, so she started screaming like a banshee. Scared the holy geez right out of me! Before I could get out, that woodsman guy came charging in through the door. I guess with her screaming, he thought I was trying to hurt her. I turned around to run the other way, and he brought that axe down, right on the end of my tail! See this?

”Sure enough, there was a good three or four inches of his fluffy tail missing.

“Well I ran around that house while that woodsman chased me until I finally managed to escape through the back door, but you know to this very day, that creepy woodsman is still making a fortune selling wolf tails to bikers. I can only imagine how he gets them. It gives me nightmares to think about it.

As the interview ended, I had to sympathize with ‘Big Bob Wolf’ and his terrifying ordeal. Now I’m not saying this is exactly how that age old story really happened. But it does give you cause to wonder. Doesn’t it?


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