Mr. Wolf's Perspective

This is a story from the point of view of a perceived villain. It all started a long time ago. I was selling a nice beaver pelt to one of my customers. He wanted a jacket for winter so I said it would be ready in three days. As the tall village man walked away, I remembered how hard it was to work up to this position. I am a wolf ya know. Most people do not trust a wolf, especially after that three little pig nonsense. After I work on the beaver pelt coat, I leave home for my cave a little early because my wife is making duck tacos. When I get home my wife and I have an amazingly good but dirty dinner. I go to sleep early so I can get to work on that beaver jacket.

When I get to work the next morning, everyone in the town looks at me funny. They just glare at me while I walk to my shop, but I have no idea why. I find out later that a stupid little kid cried that a wolf was going to eat him and they think it was me. I just can't believe the nerve of that kid. I mean I am a respected businessman; well business wolf.

The next day when I walk to work, people run inside lock their doors and close their windows when they see me. Of course, I got zero customers that day! I mean, I need money to pay my mortgage and to buy things like soap. Man! I am so tired of this! Being a wolf, of course I devise a plan. Let that kid cry wolf anytime he wants because i am going to show my face all over town. Next time he cries wolf no one will believe him.

That night the boy cries “wolf”. Someone hears the boys and then sees me right in the middle of town. I laugh knowing that no one can blame me

The next day, still no customers in my shop. It seems some people still think i did it. So i do something crazy. After I leave for work I go find the kid hanging out in the fields with the sheep. I see a plump little kid just sitting on the grass, so i go up to him and just eat him! Yup, I ate that little kid. He was messing with my business.

When I walk to work the next day, people are talking. I hear people saying that when he cried wolf, no one believed him. A small smirk appears on my face. Today, I am a successful business wolf with over 100 “Wolf’s Animal Pelts” stores in the country    

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