Everyone knows Little Red Riding Hood's point of view but what about the wolf? Have you ever stopped to think what his side of the story was? I didn't think so, but that is about to change. I'm here to tell you Beastie's side of the story. Starting with the moment he met the little girl who ruined his life.
Beastie was strolling in the woods when a little girl came skipping through holding a basket of what smelled to be, cookies and cakes and breads. Beastie hadn't eaten in a while, so he thought that he would ask for a piece of bread.
"Hello, little girlie. I see you have a basket. May I ask what's in it, dearie?" he asked, in his sweetest voice. He stared at her with his giant eyes until she answered.
"Oh, well I have cookies and breads and cakes in here. Why do you ask?" she innocently replied.
"Oh, well, you see I haven't eaten in quite some time. I was wondering if I might have one or two."
"I'm sorry, but these sweets are for my grandma. She lives in a cottage in the woods. I'm going to visit her there," Little Red replied.
"Well, run along little girl, you needn't be late to Grammy's house."
"OK, bye Wolfie."
"It's Beastie," he corrected her in his meanest and most cruelest voice ever.
Little Red Riding Hood ran when she heard the evil tone in his voice. Beastie followed, seeing which path Little Red was taking so, he too could visit Grandma.
"I'll get my sweets from that little girl," he said under his breath, "If it's the last thing I do."
So, as Beastie followed the scent of the pastries in Red's basket, he muttered to himself, over and over again, I will get those sweets and I'll have fun doing it too!
Beastie's mood had gone from hunger to hanger. Hanger is a form of hunger that forces one to express rage or anger, and he had it bad. He released some of his hanger by punching holes into trees and hurting little creature that blocked his path.
"La, la, la, la, la, la," Beastie heard Red sing as she skipped to her grandma's house.
Beastie thought to himself, why not get there before her and scare her by making her think that I ate her grandma.
He ran ahead of her and sneaked into the house. Grandma was sleeping in her bed, silent and peaceful. Beastie grabbed her and clamped his hand over her mouth so she wouldn't scream. She woke up while Beastie was throwing her into a closet, mouth covered with a piece of cloth and hands and feet bound behind her.
"Grandma, I'm here.
Little Red was here and Beastie was ready for her. He climbed into Granny's bed and lifted the covers to only show his eyes.
"Hello, Grandma."
"Why, hello my sweet dear! What brings you to my cottage late this night?" Beastie said his best impression of what he thinks a grandmother sound like.
"I brought swe- Oh, My grandma what big ears you have."
"The better to hear you with, my dear," Beastie was getting angry now. He wanted to know why this little girl wouldn't leave the sweets and leave.
"What big eyes you have."
"The better to see you with."
"What a big nose you have."
"The better to smell those delectable sweets you have with you my dear."
"What big teeth you have."
"The better to eat you with," Beastie said in his regular menacing voice.
Little red screamed, "I knew it was you, Wolfie."
"Beastie, my name is Beastie. "
"Where's my grandma?"
"I ate her while I was waiting for my sweets."
"Liar, liar, liar, liar."
"I'm not lying, Little Red."
Then, a scream came from inside the closet that Beastie had hid Granny in.
"See, I knew Granny wasn't dead. Liar," and with that remark, Little Red ran to the closet to reveal her grandmother straining to get out of the bounds.
Beastie grabbed the basket of sweets and ran for the door. A woodsman came to the house to help when he heard the screams from inside. He ran into the house straight into Beastie, knocking him over. The woodsman looked around for about a second before figuring out that Beastie was a problem. He welded his axe over his head and...
Little Red Riding Hood lived happily ever after, skipping to grandma's with a new fur coat.
