Little Red Riding Hood, The Wolf's Perspective

What’s that noise? 

The wolf’s ears led him in the direction of the crumpling leaves. He peered through the trees and saw a little girl wearing a red hood. A smile spread across his face as he thought of his next meal. He inched out a little further beyond the thicket, checking to see if she was alone. 

Hello. The wolf said between clinched teeth. 

The little girl appeared unafraid. She responded, Good Morning, unaffected by the snarl in his tone. 

Where are you off to so early? 

I’m headed to my grandmother’s house. 

All alone? The wolf asked as he begin to plot on doubling his meal. 

Yes, it’s just up the road here. Not far at all. My grandmother has been sick so my mom baked her some goodies. 

If I get her to detour just a bit, I’ll have time to run ahead. Grandmother for breakfast, granddaughter for brunch. 

You know there’s a corner in these woods where the sweetest fruit grows. I bet your grandmother would love that. 

Perhaps you’re right. I’ll head there first. Thanks Mr. Wolf, pleasure meeting you. 

The pleasure was all mine, the wolf responded, narrow eyed and salivating mouth. 

The wolf ran through the woods as fast as he could. He slowed his pace when he saw the house with its little red door, straight ahead. He walked up to the house, grabbed a dress off of the clothing line and attempted to disguise himself. 

Knock Knock 

Come in

The wolf, shocked at how easy this was, pushed the unlocked door open. Red, is that you? I’m in the room. 

Yes, grandma it’s me. The wolf attempted to soften his voice. He walked into the room. Red, you’re not sounding like yourself, are you sick too?  

Perhaps I’m coming down with something. The weather has been unpredictable as of late. 

What big eyes you have, Red. 

Better to see you with, grandma.  

What big ears you have. 

Better to hear you with, I don’t want to miss a thing. 

What big teeth you have. 

You’re rather judgmental today, aren’t you grandma?

The wolf slid his hood back. The grandmother squealed but she was too weak to move. This will be good, although I prefer a squirm from my meal, you will do. The wolf devoured her in one bite, then quickly jumped in the bed as he heard footstep approaching the front door. Throwing the hood back on his head and bringing the covers up to his nose. He heard the door open; he waited for his next meal to appear. 

Grandma, I met that wolf you and mom are always talking about. He wasn’t mean like you all warned, he was quite nice, actually. He showed me where I could find some of the sweetest fruit for you. 

Red was so busy putting the items away in the kitchen and hanging up her hood, she didn’t realize she wasn’t talking to her grandmother. 

Grandma, you’re awfully quiet. 

Come on over, Red. Sit next to me. 

Red made her way over, her body language changing as she got closer. Grandma, are you okay. You’re looking a lot different since the last time I saw you. Your eyes, they’re big. 

Better to see you with, my dear. 

But, your ears, they got bigger too. 

Better to hear you, Red. 

Grandma, did you get new dentures. Your teeth are huge. 

The wolf grew tired of the small talk, he threw back the hood and leaped up, towering his large body over Reds. He snarled, his mouth watering from her anticipated taste. 

Red screamed, she punched the wolf as hard as she could then took of full speed into the woods. The wolf, stunned by the punch, shook his head as he regained his composure. 

She wants a fight, I’ll give her one.

The wolf tore through the house, busting through the once pretty red door. He howled in excitement and began to make his way into the woods. He could see her little legs going as fast as they could. He quickened his pace until he was on her heels. Red, still screaming, begged for him to leave her alone. The wolf ignored her, it was time to eat. 

He tackled her to the ground, pinning each of her limbs down with his legs. He peered down at her, excitement continuing to build as she fought to break loose. 

Pow, Pow. Gun shots rang out. 

Startled, the wolf jumped off of Red. He examined himself to see if he was hit. Blood stained the leaves beneath him; he let out a pained howl. 

A hunter appeared. Red ran towards him. The wolf debated whether to attack or retreat. He pulled himself into the woods to inspect the wound. He needed to see how bad it was before he did anything. As he burrowed himself deep into the woods, hiding himself from the hunter, he heard the hunter yell, stay away from Red, wolf, or next time I’ll kill you. 

Their footsteps faded into the direction of grandma’s house. The wolf sat there until he could no longer hear them, infuriated that the hunter had the audacity to threaten him. He lie there until night fall. The wound appeared to be only to the flesh. He wrapped it up in leaves and prepared for his attack. 

When the moon was highest in the sky he knew it was time. He started his journey to the hunters house. He no longer had a taste for Red, he now wanted the one who threatened him. He walked until the edge of the woods became clear. The hunter lived a few houses down from grandma. He made his way to the home. All the lights were off and conveniently a window had been left open. He stood on hishind legs  and looked through the cracked window, it led into the kitchen. He pushed it up and climbed in. As his feet touched the floor the lights flipped on, the hunter was waiting for him, gun in tow. 

The wolf sprang towards the hunter, aiming for his neck. Midway to his target he was reminded of earlier as the shots rang out. He was hit, but not before he made contact with the hunter. Knocking him over and gripping his neck with his teeth. The hunter fought and squirmed. He tried to position his gun to fire again but it was too big and the grip on his neck was taking his strength. The hunter moved and shifted until the blood that was leaking from his neck had drained his struggle. The wolf kept his jaws tight until the pain from his new wound became unbearable. 

The hunter’s body lie there lifeless and the wolves body, atop his, dying. 

Laneshia Lamb