The Big Good Wolf
There is always a different side to every story.

Once upon a last week, the Big Good Wolf packed his suitcase with food and clothes. He pushed his glasses up his nose and shoved his mother’s apartment front door open. He pressed the button for the lift and hopped inside when the lift went, ping! The lift reached the ground and let the Big Good Wolf onto the earth.

 

“Good morning, Wolf!” The Gingerbread Man called from a pedestrian. The Big Good Wolf waved and smiled. “Meowrning, Wolf!” Puss in Boots purred, clicking his boots together.

 

“Greetings, feline.” Wolf grinned.

 

He pulled his suitcase along the road. There was a traffic jam among the cars. Instead of howling like a normal wolf, Wolf put down his case and ran to help. He waved his arms, directing the cars on where to go.

 

After Wolf finished his tiring work, he picked up his suitcase and rushed to the airport.

 

An aeroplane took Wolf to a foggy, dark land with nothing but a white wheelbarrow. Wolf jumped off the plane and rolled his suitcase along to the wheelbarrow. “Hello? I’m looking for White Wheelbarrow Service.” Wolf cupped his hands over his mouth. An old guy popped out of the wheelbarrow. “Rumpelstiltskin at your service!” The old guy rambled, adjusting his white beard. “Uh, hello.” Wolf growled in a polite manner. “Watch out for the Three Evil Pigs!” Rumpelstiltskin warned, wiggling back into the wheelbarrow. “Well, thanks so much for your tremendous service!” Wolf said sarcastically, starting to walk away from the wheelbarrow. “You’re welcome!” Rumpelstiltskin said in a singsongy voice.

Wolf found himself in a flat land with growing flowers. He opened his suitcase and without hesitating, pulled out a lollipop. “I will savour this lollipop, for it is the last I will ever have!” Wolf said dramatically.

 

In case you were wondering, Wolf was an actor for what you would call, very dramatic movies. Wolf licked his lollipop and sat on his suitcase like a child.

Suddenly, his vision blurred, and he saw a tiny straw hut. “Hm, I’d better go check it out.” Wolf said to himself, starting to get up. He brushed sand from his legs and strode over to the hut, shoving the door open.

 

“This’ll make a comfy home,” Wolf said, forcing on a smile. He pulled a blanket of straw over his head and fell asleep. A deafening pound woke Wolf up with a jolt. “Knock knock,” a voice from outside giggled. “Who’s... who’s there?” Wolf managed to stammer. “You worst nightmare!” The voice giggled, banging on the door. “Let me in! Let me in!” Wolf growled deeply. “What do you want from me?” He got up and lit a candle. “Let me in or ill huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll snort your house down!” The voice giggled.

 

Wolf shook with worry and climbed out the window stealthily. He ran as fast as he could away from the shaking hut. Wolf looked behind him and saw the hut tremble to the ground. “Whew, close one,” Wolf muttered to himself. “But who was that?”

 

Wolf quickly searched for another place to live. “How did I not notice this before?” He said, strolling over to a cabin made from sticks. “This is even better than the hut!” Wolf made himself cozy and went back to sleep.

 

At dawn, another pound on the door woke him up. “Not again!” Wolf grunted. “Knock knock,” a different voice giggled. “Who’s there?” Wolf said flatly. “Your second worst nightmare!” The voice giggled again. “Are you kidding me?” Wolf sighed, throwing himself out of the window. He sprinted away as fast as he could and found himself in a forest. “I wish some other place would just pop up...” Wolf growled, brushing away branches of trees.

 

A misty lift popped out of thin air. “This looks familiar…” Wolf mused, taking a step closer. He pressed the button, and the lift came. Wolf stepped inside cautiously, wondering where this mysterious lift would take him. He felt the lift going upwards, wobbling along the way, as he began to feel heavy with worry. Suddenly, the doors opened wide, and Wolf walked out courageously. “Surprise!” Merry voices hollered, waving their arms in the air. Wolf jumped backwards.

 

“What’s going on?” Wolf inquired, raising a brow. Everybody came forward. There was Rumpelstiltskin, Goldilocks, Puss in Boots, Alice, Jack, the Gingerbread Man, Pinocchio, and the Three Little Pigs. It was all just a plan for Wolf’s birthday party after all.