Little Red Riding Hood Retold
Image of Little Red Riding Hood by Russ Fagle
Red Riding Hood
This story is a retold version of Andrew Lang's story of "Little Red
Riding Hood." I decided to include this story in my storybook
because there is no better classic than "Little Red Riding Hood."
In this story I changed the plot. I told the story from the
wolf's point of view. In this retold story I kept all the same
setting and characters. I loved retelling this story because it
is such a classic, and it has been told from the side of Little Red
Riding Hood for so many years. I liked giving the story a
different perspective, especially from the perspective of the
wolf. What I want the reader to get most out of this story is
that just because a story has been told the same way for years and
years doesn't mean that you can't tell the story as your own
version. I really hope that the readers enjoy my story.
This book was
different from all the rest in the library because when the boy opened
it up an image of a wolf appeared. The wolf began telling the
story. . .
Once upon a time
there was a wolf, and that wolf is me. I got caught in the
biggest pickle of my life. It all started with this little girl
and her grandmother. So I was walking through the village one day
and noticed that there was a pig loose and running around in front of
this house. Being the kind wolf that I am, I did not want the
person living at this house to not know that their pig was loose.
So I went up to the door and rang the door bell. An old lady
answered the door. Before I could even get out a word, this old
woman began screaming at the top of her lungs. Of course, this
drew everyone's attention over to this old lady's house. So I
gently shoved the old lady into her house and entered the house after
her. Once we were in the house I thought that I would be able to
explain myself to her, but no! This old lady just kept yelling
and yelling. I had never heard such shrieking in my entire
life. I was so scared that someone was going to come over and get
me, thinking that I was hurting this old lady. So acting out of
fright I ate the old lady. I didn't know what else to do. I
wasn't hungry at all, but I ate her for the sake of my own life.
After I had heard this old lady yell so loud, I had
a headache. So I decided that I would take a little nap. I
was off in dream world when all of a sudden I heard a knock on the
door. Being frightened of what to do I did the first thing that
came to my mind. I grabbed the old woman's clothes and stuck them
on and then jumped back into bed. I thought that I could trick
whoever was at the door that I was this old woman. Now that I was
prepared, I told the person to come in. To my surprise the guest
was just a little girl. She said, "Hello, grandmother. I
have brought you some custard." I told the little girl thank you
and then told her to go away. However, like most little children
this little girl started asking me questions. She went on and on
with things like "what big eyes you have" and "what big ears you
have." I kept trying to think of responses, but I was
running out of things to say. Just like the old woman, the little
girl would not quit talking. Finally the little girl said, "What
big teeth you have." Not knowing how to respond to the little
girl and not wanting a yelling session to begin again, I found
that the easiest thing to do was to eat the little girl. I felt
terrible, but I think there was no other way.
After all this mess, my terrible happening
turned into a story by the village folk. Except these people told
the story in a way that made me into an evil villain. This story
has ruined my life. I can't even show my face in the village
anymore and it ruined my weekly poker game. So I am setting the
story straight. I was the victim in all of this mess.
The boy put the book back on the shelf. He was
very confused. He couldn't figure out who to believe; the village
folk or the wolf.
After reading the "Retold Story of Little Red Riding Hood," the boy put
down the book. He wanted to find another that was just as good as
the one he had just seen.