Frankly Freddie, The REAL Tail of Little Red Riding Hood

Warning!  Do NOT read the story of Little Red Riding hood that has been circulating. It’s filled with violence and death. 

The Real (& Untold Story) of Little Red Riding Hood

Dedicated to all adoptees, whether two or four-legged.

by Freddie Parker Westerfield

Freddie Parker Westerfield
Freddie Parker Westerfield, Author

     Once upon a time in a land far away lived a little orphan wolf. How he became an orphan is not known, the records being lost long ago in the archives of the forest.

     The tale simply begins: Abandoned and never having been around others of his own kind the little orphan wolf didn’t know what sharp teeth he had. He didn’t know what big eyes he had. He didn’t know what a bushy tail he had. He didn’t know how hairy he was. He didn’t know how scary he was. All he knew was that he was alone in a big forest filled with creatures and critters that ran away from him as soon as he approached.

     So the little orphan wolf covered himself with branches and leaves to listen to the birds sing to each other in the trees.

     He laid in tall grass to watch the squirrels play so they wouldn’t leap out of his sight.

     He hid behind bushes to sneak peaks at the deer eating their meals.

     But every day, all day, he was alone: every morning he ate by himself; every evening he played by himself; every night he settled down to sleep, alone.

     One day the little orphan wolf decided to set out from his forest home to find someone, somewhere, to be his friend.

     Along the way he came upon a little girl. She had a yellow curl and wore a red cape and hood. Why she wore a red cape and hood is not known, the records being lost long ago in the archives of the forest.

     Because she was young, and bigger than the little orphan wolf she wasn’t scared, she didn’t run away, she stopped and asked: “Where are you going Mr. Wolf?”

     “I’m off to find a friend so that I am not alone. I’m off to find a friend to share my meals with. I am off to find a friend to play with and most of all I off to find a friend to talk with. I am very lonely.”

     The little girl with the yellow curl wearing the red cape and hood, feeling sorry for the little orphan wolf, said, “Come with me to Grandma’s house. She makes delicious muffins with the berries I pick in the forest. She sits at the table while I eat the muffins and listens to me talk. Grandma loves all of God’s creatures. She can’t be your grandma, but maybe she can be your friend.”

     “I don’t know what a Grandma is,” replied the little orphan wolf, “but she sounds exactly like the friend I’m looking for.”

     And so the little orphan wolf set off with the little girl with a curl who wore a red cape and hood to Grandma’s house.

     They passed by a giant berry bush. “Stop here to pick berries for the delicious muffins Grandma makes,” said the little girl. They picked only the very ripest berries and carefully carried them in the pockets of the red cape.

     They passed by a field of flowers. “Stop here to pick flowers for Grandma to put on the table where we sit and she listens to me talk,” explained the little girl. They picked a bouquet of blue and pink flowers and carefully wrapped them in the red hood.

     They passed a bubbling brook where cool waters ran. “Let’s stop here for a drink to refresh ourselves after all our work picking berries and flowers,” suggested the little girl. They drank from the bubbling brook and carefully rested on the red cape so as not to crush the berries or smash the flowers.

     As they walked over the crest of a hill the little girl pointed and exclaimed, “Look! There’s Grandma’s house. Let’s see if she will be your friend.”

     The little orphan wolf peeked out from behind the red cape not sure what a grandma was. His eyes grew bigger and bigger as he watched Grandma greet the little girl with a big hug and the biggest, most wonderful smile, neither of which he had ever seen before.

     The little girl announced, “Grandma, I’ve brought you berries so you can make me delicious muffins. I’ve brought you flowers to put on the table where we sit and you listen to me talk. I’ve brought you a little orphan wolf who is lonely and looking for a friend”

     Never having met a grandma before and not knowing how to greet one the little orphan wolf opened his mouth, showed his sharp teeth and wagged his bushy tail.

     “My! What sharp white teeth you have”, gasped grandma. “The better to protect you with” replied the little orphan wolf.

      “My! What big brown eyes you have,” marveled Grandma. “The better to lovingly look up at you with”, replied the little orphan wolf.

     “My! What a bushy tail you have,” exclaimed Grandma. “The better to wag at you with happiness,” replied the little orphan wolf.

     “My! How fluffy your hair is,” declared Grandma. “The better to cuddle with and keep you warm,said the little orphan wolf.

     “Oh my goodness”, sighed Grandma. “I will be your friend and feed you delicious berry treats, while you sit and listen to me.”

      “And because you are one of God’s creatures I will call you FREDDIE.”

     Where upon the little orphan wolf looked up at Grandma with big eyes, wagged his bushy tail, stuck out his wet tongue and gave Grandma an appreciative lick.

     He had found his friend.

And so ends my tail

The End of the Tale
 

14 thoughts on “Frankly Freddie, The REAL Tail of Little Red Riding Hood

  1. What a lovely account of a story that has obviously been distorted over time. We enjoyed it very much ~ Remi looked at me with wide brown eyes, smiled and wagged his fluffy tail in agreement!!
    Auntie Lyn and Remi

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    1. Dear Rmismom Auntie Lyn, human being and Remi, canine-dog,
      You are very perceptive to understand the distortions that take place over time. Alas, human-beings play the “telephone game” with almost everything they read or hear. Remi and I know the truth, we’re just too polite to keep pointing it out.

      Freddie Parker Westerfield, published author

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    1. Dear Mollerunit Lisa, Human-being,
      You are welcome. As a Certified Canine Therapist, RET I am especially fond of human-beings who are in touch with their feelings. (so many aren’t, you know)

      Compassionately yours,
      Freddie Parker Westerfield, Published Author

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