Chapter 1
In the story "The Three Little Pigs", did you dislike the wolf as much as everyone else? Did you want the pigs to live? I didn't. I loved the wolf. I couldn't see why everyone hated the wolf.
“Why is the wolf bad?” I asked my nanny.
“Because he's trying to eat the pigs,”
“But we eat pigs too, and nobody calls us bad,”
She'd look at me with a puzzled look on her face. I don't know why. She's the one who made me ham and cheese sandwiches everyday for lunch.
Really, how is the wolf bad? He lives in the forest, where there isn’t a supermarket he can go to to buy his food. And he’s hungry too, so he wants to eat some pigs. I don’t hate him for that. I get grumpy when I don’t eat too. And pigs taste good. They make good bacon, ham, pork chops and all of the other good stuff. Who wouldn’t want to eat a pig? We eat them all the time, but the wolf is bad for wanting to eat them.
I really don’t get it. These are stories, why is everyone taking it so seriously? I’ve never seen animals talk or build houses like we do. And in “Little Red Riding Hood,” the “Big Bad Wolf” dresses up as Little Red’s grandma and locks her in the closet. If that was true, then wouldn’t it be true if our cat was a secret spy for his cat friends to steal that tuna stash in the freezer?
He’d be secretly speaking too wouldn’t he? I asked Nanny just to be sure.
“Nanny, is Oreo a secret spy?”
“A secret what?”
“A secret spy. So he can tell his cat friends about the tuna in the freezer?”
“Claire, cats can’t talk. They’re just animals.”
Well if cats can’t talk then I’m sure wolves can’t talk either because Nanny said that they’re just animals. Everyone gets afraid of the wolf because of these silly made up stories, and that gets me sad. I’ve seen real pictures of them, and they don’t stand on two legs, or blow people’s houses down.
I’ll never understand these people.
Our cat Oreo often brought presents at our front door. A dead mouse was his favorite. Sometimes a bird, and maybe a bug. He killed so many animals that I had to ask Nanny,
“Nanny? Is Oreo a bad cat?”
“Of course he’s not, that’s what cats do a lot.”
“Kill animals?”
“Yup.”
“So he’s still a good cat?”
“Yup, he just gets hungry sometimes in between meals.”
That really didn’t make any sense. So the Big Bad Wolf was hungry and wanted to eat pigs, and that was really bad. But when Oreo brought dead animals to our door every day, he’s still our good Oreo. Every one hates the wolf just because someone decided to make him the bad guy. Would everyone hate humans if there was a story where they were the bad guy? Nope, because the difference between the big bad wolf and a bad person is that the wolf is an animal, and a human is a human,
Chapter 2
I don’t know what a Papa or Mommy is. A real one I mean. I’ve always been in Nanny’s Orphanage ever since I was a 3. She said that kids like me, who don’t have parents, go here. She said that sometimes their parents can’t take care of them, or they might not be there. I asked her about mine, and she told me that they died when I was really young in a car accident. I’m not sad about it. I can’t miss what I never had.
When we went on our walks though, I’ve seen pretty little girls walking hand in hand with a man and a woman. Nanny told me that people like those two will adopt me one day. But I don’t want to leave or be adopted. I had a Mama and Papa, I don’t someone else to tell me “I’m your mom and he’s your dad.” No, Mama and Papa will always be my real mom and dad. Even if they are dead, that doesn’t change anything. If they came back from the dead to adopt me, then that’s the only way I’d be adopted.
I watched a movie where a man died and became an eagle to watch over his two brothers. I wanted to believe that when Mama and Papa died, they turned into wolves and are looking for me. The only thing I have from them is this stuffed wolf plush, so I know they didn’t hate them like everybody else. I wanted to live near the forest so I can run and find them. I’d be adopted by a wolf pack and find Mama and Papa. Maybe then, I’d know how a real Mama and Papa are.
Chapter 3
Nanny and I were walking through the park with the other kids, and we were all lined up like little soldiers. I was so near the forest.. I wanted to run in and search for Mama and Papa. Nanny was busy letting people know about us, and many of the kid’s eyes are glowing with enthusiasm. They must want a family really badly.
I never really talked to the other kids, they all don’t like wolves. They think I’m crazy, so I only spoke to Nanny. Nanny was nice, and listened to me, so I liked to talk with her. But she kept us inside for too long.. It’s no wonder everyone went crazy once we were finally outside. It felt like years have gone by before we came back outside! Huh? How many days? I don’t know. I don’t know how to count.
I’ve seen those weird things hanging on the wall with numbers in boxes. Nanny liked to write things in them like “Food” and “Doctor”. I’m only six. It’s really hard to read those words! Especially when the picture changed to a tree with presents underneath them. That word.. De..sem… I give up. It’s impossible! How do people read words like that all the time? No wonder Nanny always looked tired.
I only know how to read a little bit. But it’s always Nanny who read to us about different fairy tales.
I looked around and spotted Mr. Rabbit, munching on some greeny green grass. It must be his son, because Mr. Rabbit is bigger right? He was so cute~. With his tiny fluffy light pink ears and tiny pink button nose. Ah, his snow white fur must’ve been soft like a baby kitten. I wanted to touch Rabbit Jr.… So I broke apart from the group and ran after him. He noticed quickly and dashed away.
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