Disclaimer: I don't own the story.

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Why do wolves always have to be the target of fake stories? Why do we always have to be the bad guys? My brother got arrested because he supposedly killed and ate the "Three Little Pigs" on purpose. I'm being accused of scaring Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother and trying to eat Little Red Riding Hood. I was merely trying to make friends with her! Society is so biased…

I see that you apparently don't believe me at all. You haven't even heard my side of the story yet! Do you want to hear the truth of what truly happened that day? Alright then, I shall tell you the REAL story of "The Little Red Riding Hood."

I was walking through the forest, depressed from the court trial I went to as a witness for my brother. There was no point in going since everyone said that I was opinionated. As I trudged on, I heard someone skipping and singing along the path. Then I came up with a great idea. Wouldn't it be good if I had a friend who was human? People would believe her wouldn't they? So I changed the direction in which I was walking, to greet the girl.

"Hello little girl," I called, "What business does one like you have in this forest?"

"Oh, why hello wolf," she replied, "I am visiting my grandmother who is sick and bringing her bread and butter."

"What a good idea!"

Hmm, this would be such a good chance to have a little fun.

"Why don't you go gather some wildflowers to give to your grandmother as well?" I inquired.

"My mother told me to stay on the forest path," the girl replied shortly.

"Well, I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind that you were just going to gather some pretty wildflowers for your dear grandma."

"Um, well then," she looked hesitantly at the flowers off the path, "I suppose so…"

As she preoccupied herself with picking flowers and decorating her basket with them, I quickly sped off to her grandmother's house. As I knocked on the door of the little hut, I hear an old raspy voice tell me to come on in, probably thinking that I was her granddaughter.

"Who are YOU?" she demanded as soon as I set foot in her hut.

"I'm your granddaughter's friend, and I need your help for this little joke I've planned," I replied.

Eyeing me untrustingly, she asked, "What are you planning to do, wolf?"

What's so bad about me being a wolf! To get rid of the rest of the doubt in her mind, I quickly told her my plan. Grudgingly, she helped me warning me that one slip of intended violence would cause me to get kicked out of the hut. Oh how untrusting people are of wolves. Quickly, I slipped into the grandma's bed waiting for Little Red Riding Hood.

Soon enough, I heard a knock on the wooden door and did my best to imitate a grandmotherly voice, "Come on in."

"Hello grandmother! I have brought you some bread and butter!" she said cheerfully holding up the basket decorated in wildflowers.

"How thoughtful of you dear," I answered her, "Thank you."

Finally she asked the questions I waited to hear, "Grandmother, why is your nose so long?"

"All the better to see you with, my dear."

"Why is your mouth so big?!" she was starting to panic now.

"All the better to eat you with, my dear!"

I was just joking around of course. But no, both Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother shrieked as I jumped out of the bed and chased after Little Red Riding Hood. I ran after the girl out the hut door. Then, out of nowhere, a hunter began firing arrows at me shouting at me to be gone. I had no choice but to comply.

Of course nobody believes me when I say that I only said those things as a joke and that I was fooling around. They all believe what Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother say. Oh, what a cruel world this is.

But would you like to be my friend?