The Wolf and the Seven Kids by Melinez Garcia

The Wolf and the Seven Kids

It’s me, It is I. The big, bad, mad, rad. WOLF. (Cue the screams!) Your probably thinking, Where’s the narrator, where’s the sheep?! Why, they’re all in my stomach- in one, big heap! But in all honesty folks, at first I thought they deserved it. Those fellas were nothing but some good-for-nothing-bandits! “Bandits?” You say? They were indeed. They stole my fancy necklace made of pink pearl beads! That’s not the only thing, they stole much more. The mama sheep took away my pepper seasoned boar! The kids took my apples, my soup, my pie! I was oh so hungry, I wanted to cry! They got fatter, I got thinner, they chanted “Winner! Winner! Chicken dinner!” “That’s it! enough is enough!” I thought. So I did the unthinkable. I went to their house. That was the day those little sheep would be doused; in my stomach acids of course!

I’m a trickster, Deceiving is my game. I sought to trick the sheepies into letting me in while their mother was away. Knock! Knock! Knock! I pounded on the door. “Whos there?” The kids whined. ‘“It’s me children! I’m back from the woods and I’ve brought you a treat!” “Your not mama!” They cried. “Mama has a soft voice!” One claimed. “Your voice is rough and raspy!” He asserted. “Why, those clever fools…” I thought, but my game were not over you see… For I had an armada of tricks up my sleeve! I ran across the street to the man who sells chalk, and ate it! The whole white, crunchy block. I came back some time later, this time with the chalks aid. It made my voice softer, like their mother whos away. “Hello children, I’ve brought us back some tasty things from the woods! I called out with my new voice. The children said nothing in return. I heard them whispering to themselves and then finally saw the knob begin to turn. “Wait no! Don’t open the door!” I head one of them bleat. “That’s not mama! Mama does not have big, black, hairy feet!” She stated. “Rats….” I thought. “Foiled again…” but yet my deceptions have not quite come to an end. I ran into town, to the bakers house. “Gimme all your dough!” I demanded. “Or what?” the haughty baker refused. “OR I’LL EAT YOU.” I snarled. The baker trembled in fear now he fetched me some white fluffy dough. “W-would you like some bread with that? W-white or wheat?” The baker sniffled. “Nah. I’m good.” I replied. And made my merry way back to where the sheep reside.

“Little children, I have come back with many treats for you all!” I uttered in the softest, sweetest, voice i could muster. “Mama?” “Mama is that you?” “It’s mama!” they whispered to themselves. I heard by the quiet squeak of the doorknob being turned, and the “Creeeeeeaaaaaak……..” of the door slowly swinging open “AAAAAAAAAAAAH! YOUR NOT MAMA, YOUR THE WOLF!!!” they all shrieked. The house was flooded by high-pitched, prepubescent screams. They ran left and right, to and fro! Up and down the halls! But I caught them one by one in my sharp pointy jaws! Gosh, I was so hungry I didn’t even chew! I swallowed them whole, I had no time to hew. “One, two, three, four, five, six?” I counted. Have I eaten them all? I think I did! “Hahahaha!” I guffawed in glory. Boy when their mama gets here, shell be in for a real cool story. But alas, I was getting sleepy, so I called it a day. I walk across the meadow to the big oak tree where usually stay. And so I dozed off into a peaceful slumber. zzzzzzzz…….

“OUCH!” What’s this? I felt a stab at my side, I rose in alarm. Whoever it was they were most certainly gone. “Hmph.” I guess I’ll lay back down to rest, but huh? I feel a cl-clunk! In my stomach. How peculiar…I paw at my tummy. It feels hard… it feels funny… “Rocks?!” I gasp in realization. I run to the nearby well, and feel them clattering inside me all the while. I gasped in frustration. When it finally comes to me. Those good for nothing. Grass eating. NINCOMPOOPS. SEWED STONES. INTO MY STOMACH! “AAAH!” I lean over the wells edge to throw the stones up. But they all come forward and send me toppling over like a cup. I fall down and down, into the deep, dark abyss. This must be the end for me, I must give life one final kiss. Kerplunk! I fell into a shallow pool of water.

Huh? Guess I’ll live after all, but golly that sure was quite a fall! I began coughing and heaving, in hopes that the rocks in me would start leaving. It was hard, it was painful, I think I’ve lost all hope; But I took one final cough… and the rocks slid out my throat. At last! Im free! Now there’s one thing left to do. I need to get out of this blasted well, I need to be rescued! “HELP MEEEE AAAAAH”. I shouted and cried. When suddenly a white cloth catches my eye. “Mister baker? Is that you?!” He showed his face. It’s the baker indeed! This scenario is best case! “I’ll let you out in one condition..” He said. “If you promise to stop being so vengeful, then I’ll let you go ahead. Do you promise?” he asked. “Of course I will deary! Now let me out, I’m feeling weary!” The baker pulls out a rope outta thin air for me to climb, and I’m outta that stinky well in no time!

Once I was out, I saw a family crossing the street. Why…why….it’s those…Gosh darn sheep! “What did I tell you?!” the baker said, noticing my curled fist and by bared teeth. “Sigh, okay…but mister baker, they stole all my stuff!” I reply. “And you ate six children.”
“oh.”
“Exactly.”
“Revenge is never the answer, Wolf. You should always treat others like how you would be treated, if everyone did that then we would all be happy!” the baker explained. “So then what now?” I asked. “Apologize to them.” He responds. I feel a shiver go down my spine and a burning sensation in my throat. But it was decided, I’m gonna write those sheep a little apology note. So I headed home and grabbed my pen and ink. “Dear sheep..” I start. I can hardly think. I’ve got it! I have a plan that’s finer! How about I invite them to the nearby diner! Well eat and dance and have a glorious night! Well all be happy, like mister baker said, before he walked out of sight. So I wrote “Dear Miss sheep and kids, Im deeply sorry for what I did. So I’ve treated you all to the fancy diner next to the inn.” Then, I went to the diner, booked a reservation, and delivered the letter to the sheep’s house, sticking it in her bush of carnations. I went back home, but heard a knock on the door once I’m in. I pivot, and open it. Whaddya know? It’s the sheep and her kids. “Miss sheep, I know we’ve been rivals for quite a while, but can we please put our bickering to an end? I wanna be your friend. So I made a reservation, to the diner we shall attend!” The sheep and her kids exchanged looks. “Hmm, Mister Wolf, you had better be telling the truth!” Miss sheep said. “Well go with you to the diner, but if this is one of your tricks well cut off your head!” She said menacingly. I gulped. So we walk to the diner, a blanket of dark purple is cast overhead with a gleaming white moon and millions of stars outspread. We reached the diner, it was absolutely superb! It’s smelled like cooked meat and it smelled like fresh herbs. The kids ordered soup, their mother ordered clams, and I ordered one big juicy seared lamb! We eat and talk and laugh the whole time! Tonight was totally, absolutely, extraordinarily, positively, sublime!

THE END.