Okay, first things first. I am an animal. You can't expect me to have a clear sense of right and wrong. It's not like I said; 'ooh that little girl looks too happy skipping about! I think I'll eat her!' My mind doesn't work that way, I doubt any wolf's does. I was hungry. The woodcutter had pushed me into hiding. I was really, desperately hungry. I was on the point of eating bark. I figured it what did I have to lose?
Okay, so I shouldn't have taken it so far. When she ran back to dear old grandmother's I should have just left. But I was bloody hungry, and there was nothing to eat anywhere. I'm really not much of a hunter; my indistinct and instinctual thoughts were some where along the lines of 'a little girl! Great! An easy catch!' So I go back to the house, only somehow I get there before her. Well, by this point I would have eaten faeces. And I see the grandmother. So weak and fragile. Mostly skin and bones but infinitely preferable to faeces. She was on her death bed anyway! And once again; me – animal, thought – instinct.
As for the clothes, well, err, this is rather embarrassing but I always wondered what wearing clothes felt like. It turns out they're really quite uncomfortable and a tad itchy. Usually, in the wild, I would nap after a feed – you know, to allow my body time to digest. And there was that nice, big, comfortable bed, just going to waste. I swear I didn't plan on attacking Little Red.
Honestly, I've never met a dumber nine year old. Doesn't even recognise her own grandmother! Must be partially blind I suppose, but she seemed to notice the differences, but then why didn't she question that I was her grandmother? Especially when I howled my words. Dumber than a brick. Really.
Then the woodcutter brutally mutilated me to get the remains of the grandmother – who would have been dead soon anyway – out of me. Once again; I'm an animal! Not a menace to society. If they'd just leave a scrap of meat out once in a while. Humans! I mean they don't eat half their food; they throw it out to rot then the chase me away when I try and eat it. Ever heard of waste not want not?