I also ran across something very precious to me. It's a short story written by someone I love very much.
Most of you who know me know that my best friend Shane died 3 years ago. Shane was Cole & Haley's father and Maggie's first husband. When he was in college, he wrote this story that had us absolutely rolling in the floor with laughter. I thought I'd lost it until I ran across the only existing copy of it earlier today. I thought I'd share it with you guys.
The Little Girl in the Red Hood, and How I Was Wrongly Accused
By a very distressed Wolf
When you were little I am sure you heard the story of Little Red Riding Hood. And you probably felt very sorry for the little girl. What about the wolf? Have you ever thought about how I felt? I was wrongly accused of murdering and eating a poor little girl's grandma! Did you ever think to check into what happened afterwards, after the trial was over?
Well, after telling my version of the story to the jury, I was acquitted of all murder charges. I was even acquitted of the cannibalism charges due to this being an inborn trait of mine, and not to mention that she was of a different species. Sometimes I wonder why this was never told to everyone who heard the original story. Then maybe everyone would realize how I was cheated. Here is my side of the story, the real account of what happened.
It was a beautiful day. I was sitting in the woods thinking of something to do when all of a sudden it hit me. I wanted to do a good deed. I wanted to help someone today. I didn't have any friends, so whom would I help? All of a sudden, a little girl with a red coat and hood came skipping by. Enthralled by my idea, I wondered what I could do to help her.
I said, "Hello, where are you headed to, little girl?"
She replied, 'To my Grandmothers house. She is sick and I am going to take her some food."
Then I asked, "If you don't mind me asking, where does she live?"
The little girl replied, "No I don't mind at all, she lives at the end of this long path in the little house on the left."
After hearing this, I knew exactly what to do. You see, being that I lived in the woods, I knew all of the short cuts. I knew if this girl took a left turn up ahead, she could
cut at least a mile out other journey. That could save her 15 to 20 minutes depending on how fast she was walking. So, I said to her, "I know a short cut to your grandma's house. If you take a left up ahead by the big oak tree, you can save some time. Actually, you will cut about a mile off of your trip and maybe even save 15 or 20 minutes."
The little girl didn't seem very interested in my idea. She said, "That sounds good, but, my Mom told me not to take any shortcuts and to stay on the path. She usually knows best, so I think I will stick to what she said. I hope you understand."
This left me a little puzzled, if her Mom was so worried about her, she shouldn't have sent her out in the woods alone, but of course I said, "Sure I understand. Please be on your way so you won't be late, sorry for the holdup."
The little girl skipped off seeming to taunt the fact that her mother knew more than me, a wolf, who all of my life, having lived in the woods, traveled these paths up and down. This bothered me. All I wanted to do is help this little girl and she wouldn't let me. I thought about it for a few minutes and decided to have a little fun and show her that I was smarter than her and her Mom. I set off down the shortcut path to her Grandma's house. I wanted her to know that I could get there first by taking this path.
Maybe then, she would give us wolves’ credit. I cruised along happily, waiting to see the look on her face when she saw that I beat her. When I arrived at the house I was very tired from the walk. After sitting outside the house for a few minutes, I decided to knock on the door and see if Grandma would let me in to get a drink of water. I knocked and knocked but she never came to the door. Knowing that she was sick, this alarmed me. What if she needed help? Maybe this is my calling. Maybe this is my one chance to help someone out. So I busted the door down and went inside.
I made my way to the bedroom and there Grandma was, laying in the bed. She was very still. For a moment, I thought she was sleeping very soundly, and I almost walked out so as not to disturb her. But, I thought I'd better check to see if she was alive. I put my paw in front other face to see if she was breathing. She wasn't. She was dead. Poor Grandma had kicked the bucket. What was I going to do? This poor little girl was coming to see her Grandma and was about to find her dead. I had to think fast. I decided that I would eat her. After all, wolves are carnivores by nature and I was pretty hungry after that long walk. If I got rid of Grandma, I could then put on her clothes, pretend to be her, and Bob's your uncle - the little girl would never have to know. Of course, she would find that out later, but at least this would save her the grief of finding her Grandma dead in the sack. So, I ate her all up, saving her clothes and glasses. As soon as I was finished I put on her clothes and got into her bed. I knew that the little girl would be arriving
It wasn't 30 seconds after I got under the covers that she came walking in the front door. She came straight to the bedroom and opened the door. She stared at me strangely, as if she knew something wasn't right. She said, "Hi Grandma, how are you feeling?"
I said, "Okay, but I still have a touch of the flu so you'd better not get to close."
The little girl was still looking at me strangely when she said, "Grandma, what big eyes you have."
I replied, "All the better to see you with my dear."
She then said, "What big ears you have."
"All the better to hear you with, my dear", I replied.
I was beginning to get worried that she was figuring things out when she said "and what big teeth you have."
Of course, I then answered with, "All the better to eat and chew with my dear."
The little girl took off running and screaming. What happened? All I can figure is that maybe she misunderstood me and thought I said, "all the better to eat you with, my dear." At this point I knew I needed to get out of there. I was afraid that it was beginning to look like I killed Grandma. I didn't want that. I sure didn't want to be wrongly accused of murder and spend the rest of my adult life in jail. But it was too late. Evidently the nosey neighbor had heard the confusion and saw the little girl running out of the house. He called the cops. They were there before I could even get out of Grandma's clothes. I didn't even get a chance to tell my story. They just threw on the cuffs and threw me in the back of the car and off to the station it was.
So, as you can imagine, I have been very, very disturbed by this whole event and wanted to clear my name. Even though the little girl doesn't understand why I ate her grandma, she now knows that she died of natural causes. Please spread my story to everyone you know. Also, remember not to trust everything you read until you have heard the facts from both sides.