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The forest was my home. I lived there and I cared about it. I tried to keep it neat and clean.
Then one sunny day, while I was cleaning up some rubbish a camper had left behind, I heard some footsteps. I leapt behind a tree and saw a rather plain girl coming down the path carrying a basket. I was suspicious of this little girl right away because she was dressed so strangely – all in red, and her head covered up so it seemed like she didn’t want people to know who she was. Naturally I stopped to check her out. I asked her who she was, where she was going, where she had come from, and all that. She gave me a song and dance about going to her grandmother’s house with a basket of lunch. She appeared to be a basically honest person, but she looked suspicious so I decided to teach her a lesson about going through the forest unannounced, and in strange clothing.
I let her go on her way, but I ran ahead to her grandmother’s house. When I saw that nice old woman, I explained what had happened, and she agreed that her granddaughter needed to learn a lesson, so she hid under the bed.
A few minutes later, the girl arrived, and I invited her into the bedroom where I was in the bed, dressed like the grandmother. The girl came in all rosy-cheeked and said something about my big ears. I’ve been insulted before, so I made the best of it by suggesting that my big ears would help me to hear better. Now, what I meant was that I liked her and wanted to pay close attention to what she was saying. But she made another insulting remark about my bulging eyes. Now you can see how I was beginning to feel about this girl who put on such a nice front, but was apparently a very nasty person. Still, I’ve made it a policy to turn the other cheek, so I told her that my eyes helped to see her better.
Her next insult really got me. I’ve got this problem with having big teeth. And that little girl made a remark about them. I know that I should have had better control, but I leapt up from the bed and growled that my teeth would help me to eat her better.
Now let’s face it, no wolf would ever eat a little girl – everyone knows that – but that crazy girl started running around the house screaming, and I was chasing her to calm her down. I’d taken off the grandmother’s clothes, but that only seemed to make it worse. And all of a sudden the door came crashing open and a hunter stood there with his axe. I looked at him and it became clear that I was in trouble. There was an open window behind me and out I went.
I’d like to say that was the end of it. But that grandmother character never did tell my side of the story. Before long, the word got round that I was a mean, nasty guy. Everybody started avoiding me. I don’t know about the little girl with funny red outfit, but I didn’t live happily ever after.

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