The REAL Story of Little Red Rhyming Hood

The REAL Story of Little Red Rhyming Hood

By Hannah

One day Little Red Rhyming Hood’s mother said, “Bring these cookies to my friend Wolfey.”

“Do I HAVE to?” said Little Red Rhyming Hood.

“Yes!”

“Ok, fine.”

So Little Red Rhyming Hood went to Wolfey’s house. Wolfey was a sweet fellow who really liked children. Inside his house he had dessert pictures all over and furniture that looked like candy.

“Hi Wolfey, you’d better appreciate these cookies… I wasted all of my time just walking over here for you,” Little Red Rhyming Hood snapped.

“Well thank you Sweetie Pie! How sweet of you, darling. How is your mama?” Wolfey responded.

“Who cares?” Little Red Rhyming Hood said angrily.

“Boy, you have a bad attitude.”

“Take your cookies or else I will eat them up!”

Wolfey quietly took the cookies.

“I’m going home,” Little Red Rhyming Hood said.

“Don’t go home honey! Don’t leave me!” answered the wolf.

“Get out of my way!” replied Little Red Rhyming Hood.

“But I’m lonely…” Wolfey started to say, but Little Red Rhyming Hood was already out the door and on her way home.

“Mom, I hate your boyfriend, Mr. Wolfey. It’s bizarre- it’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!”

“Are you done?” Little Red Rhyming Hood’s mom asked.

“Yes.”

“Then go to your room NOW!” her mom furiously shouted.

So Little Red Rhyming Hood went to her room, but she screamed, “I bet if Cinderella’s daughter got in trouble she wouldn’t go to her room!”

Little Red Rhyming Hood’s mother thought, “I’m going to call Wolfey- I think he’ll know someone to straighten her out.”

“Be right there Honey!” Wolfey replied. “By the way, your daughter is a brat.”

Wolfey called his bro, the Big Bad Wolf, and soon they were all at Little Red Rhyming Hood’s house.

“Where is she?”

“In her room,” mama answered annoyingly.

The Big Bad Wolf picked Little Red Rhyming Hood up to scare her and huffed and puffed and blew all of her toys away.

And from that day on, Little Red Rhyming Hood obeyed her mother and always behaved. I hope you learned a lesson- Be kind and never be fresh… or else!

Frankie the Wolf

Frankie The Wolf

By Samantha

    Hi, I’m…

“Little Red, Little Red, can you make me a cup of tea? And don’t forget the honey, honey!” asked Nana.

“Yeah, that one never gets old,” I thought. 

“Coming Nana, I just need to wash my hands,” I lied. 

    I’m sorry, as I was saying… I’m an intern for Frankie, the Big Bad Wolf.  I work in the fashion industry.  All of the clothes he knits and sells he hides poison on them.

    So when the little pigs go to Dress “Barn,” they buy the clothing and die.  Then, my boss, the Wolf, captures them and eats them.  That’s his evil scam.

    But, I’m just a little intern.  It ended up that Nana heard about the scam and the police came to arrest Frankie the Wolf for the rest of the century. 

    But Frankie’s friends still visit him in jail… and bring him pork.

 
The End

The True Story of the Three Little Pigs

The True Story of the Three Little Pigs

by Wolf (a.k.a Christiana)

Hi, I’m Wolf. Everybody knows the story of the Three Little Pigs, right? Well guess what? You’re wrong! So I’m going to tell you the truth…

Once upon a time I, the Wolf, got up from my bed and I was hungry. I wanted to have something to eat for breakfast. I wanted over-easy eggs. But, I forgot there were no eggs. My cousin came over and ate all of the eggs.

So, I went to my neighbor’s house- the house of the Three Little Pigs. They were selling eggs for twenty-five dollars. “Twenty five dollars? That’s a rip-off!”

Oh, I know what you’re thinking, I’m not buying eggs from them, no, no no. Alright, alright, you got my attention. But don’t rush me! It’s my story and I need eggs!

The pig said, “Are you here to get stuff to chop down our house?”

“No,” I said. “I just wanted to buy some eggs so I can make an over-easy egg for breakfast,” I said.

It was then I felt a sneeze about to happen. “ACHOO!!!” The pile of eggs knocked down and the goat newspaper reporter came and changed everything- the whole story!

They made me the Big Bad Wolf who blew down and broke all of the eggs (and the house) And that’s the true story.

The End

The Real Story of Little Red Riding Hood

The Real Story of Little Red Riding Hood

By Manny

    One day Little Brown Wolf went into the woods and was going to bring a basket of goodies to his grandma, but he had to pass Big Bad Riding Hood’s House. 

    He was safe in his grandma’s house when he saw Big Bad Riding Hood.  He fought off Big Bad Riding Hood to protect his grandma.  Little Brown Wolf won!

    And Big Bad Riding Hood was grounded for breaking into Little Brown Wolf’s Grandma’s house.

 
The End.

The REAL Story of the Three Little Pigs

The REAL Story of the Three Little Pigs

By The Wolf (a.ka. Amanda)

    One day I was making invitations for my birthday.  I did not have a telephone yet so I had to deliver the invitations by hand.  I invited the Three Little Pigs to my party.

So I walked up the hill to the first little pig’s house.  As you know there was no door slot because he was silly.  So, I said, “Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?” No reply.  So I said, “Maybe he’ll be home later.  Maybe he’s at his brother house.”

So I walked higher up the hill to the next pig’s house.  I called, “Little Pig, Little Pig, are you in?” Again, no answer.  And there’s definitely nobody home in the third pigs house!

    “I guess I won’t have a birthday,” I said with a sigh.  A tear came across my face.  But, as I got home the pigs were already at my house with pieces of cake.  They said together, “SURPRISE!”

I said to them, “How did you get here?”  The second little pig exclaimed, “How could we forget your birthday?” 

A smile as big as the world itself came to my face and that smile said, “LET’S PARTY!!!”

 …and we partied till I sneezed a great sneeze which blew them out the door and into their house.  Hmmm… I wonder what I’ll do on my next birthday…

THE END.

The True Story of Little Red Riding Hood

The True Story of Little Red Riding Hood

By Dalvin

    One day I was going through the forest and I saw that evil Little Red Riding Hood going through the forest too.  Little Red Riding Hood had a net so she ran and tried to capture me.  I was scared! I tried to scare her away and she ran through the forest.

    The next day she came running through the forest again.  This time I was up on the tree and I said, “Get out of the forest!” and Little Red Riding Hood said, “Why should I listen to you?”  I yelled back, “You are talking to the BOSS of the forest!”

She went up my tree and I had to jump from tree to tree to get away from Evil Red Riding Hood.  She came behind me and I ran and ran until she got tired and went home. 

    I thought I lost her, but Evil Red Riding Hood was not going to her house, she went to my hideout and I didn’t know that Evil Red Riding Hood was behind me so I ran as fast as I could so she couldn’t get me. 

We both became afraid.  “See you later!”  And that was the real story of Little Red Riding Hood.  But you wouldn’t like to be a wolf because everyone thinks we’re so mean.

The True Story of The Three Little Pigs

The True Story of the Three Little Pigs

By Willie the Wolf

(Retold by: Atesh, Cris,  Dylan,  Gavin, James, Jashon,  Natalie, Paulina, and Xavier)

    Once upon a time I was a lonely wolf.  It was a hot, summer’s day and I wanted to go to the beach. I took out my cell phone and phoned my neighbors, the three little pigs.
“Hellooooo??” answered the pig.  He was shaking and shivering when he heard it was me.  He hung up.

    I decided I would go to the three little pigs’ house to ask them if they wanted to go to the beach.  I packed up my beach stuff- my beachball, my swimsuit, my towel, and my flip flops and my BIG umbrella.

    I turned to knock on the first little pig’s door and by accident the BIG umbrella knocked down the straw door.  That first pig was squealing and yelling and calling me names. 
“I don’t want to go to the beach with you! I’m sick of you!”
“I was just trying to be nice,” I said.
“Get off my property!” yelled the pig.

    Next, I headed down the street and knocked on the second little pig’s door, but the beachball popped out of my bag and since the door was only made of sticks, it knocked it down too.

“You ugly wolf! Get away from my house, you brat!” the second pig shouted. 
“I just wanted to go to the beach with you, I’m sorry,” I answered.

    I was about to go to the beach myself but Willie the Wolf never quits so I head to the third pig’s house.  Feeling sad, I knocked on the third pig’s door.  Do you know what that little pig said? He shouted, “You stink! Get away from my door!” 

    I could feel my face getting red and smoke coming out of my ears.  “WHY DOESN’T ANYONE WANT TO GO TO THE BEACH WITH ME??” I yelled. 
I was so mad I called the police.  I complained about those mean little pigs.  My wolf cop friends came and arrested the three little pigs so they couldn’t make me feel sad or angry anymore.

    So, I, Willie the Wolf, headed to the beach with my 3 wolf cop friends and had a fantastic day at the beach.  The three little pigs spent the next century cleaning the jail.

The End.