Once upon a time there was a gentle little girl named Marie. Marie was always respectful to her elders and loved her metal hood. Her grandma had bought it at a pawnshop for her birthday. Marie always wore it. One day, Marie's mother told her, " Today is a very special day! It's your grandma's 95th birthday, and I would like you to bring her these lettuce cookies that I baked her for her diet."
"Okay", said Marie. "I'll take her those cookies you baked."
So off she went, skipping down the road with her metal hood on. Soon she got into the woods. The woods were a peaceful place, full of happy animals. Also, in the woods there lived Cool E.O. Wolf. Cool E.O. Wolf liked to collect metal objects. He was only missing one metal hood, which was Marie's. It was seldom made and very expensive. When he saw Marie, he decided to use the old granny method.
He dashed as fast as he could to Marie's grandmother's house. He knocked on the door. "Who is it?" said a weak old voice. "Little Marie with some lettuce cookies", said Cool E.O. Wolf in a high girly voice.
Now in most stories you expect a sweet thin grandma. Marie's grandma was a fat old lady smothered in velvet. Everybody accepted her, though, because she was never selfish and never neglected anyone when it came to gifts. The effect of seeing the massive grandmother was extremely great. Cool E.O. Wolf fell to the ground taking five other things with him. He got up and curtsied slowly for the old lady. Now Granny, we shall call her, was almost blind and couldn't tell a man from an ape, so she hadn't the slightest clue that a wolf was in her house.
After a couple of hours of pushing and shoving, Cool E.O. Wolf got Granny into the closet. Then he had to spend twenty minutes shoving fluff into the dress he was wearing. Finally, he heard a knock at the door. "Who is it?" said the wolf in an old lady's voice.
"Marie, grandmother!" said Marie. I brought you some home made lettuce cookies!" said Marie.
"Come in," he said, trying to hide his disgust of the thought of eating lettuce cookies. Marie walked into the room. She felt like a tiny insect compared to her giant grandmother. Cool E.O. Wolf directed her to the table with his long pointy finger.
"Please take off your hood dear. It must be extremely heavy," said Cool E.O. Wolf, with a hidden grin on his face.
So Marie took off her hood. She set down the basket and took off her shoes. After taking a good look at her supposed grandmother, she said, "Grandmother, you're not looking as pale as you were last week."
"Well deary, I sat out in the sun all day," replied the wolf, looking nervous.
"Also, your eyes glow as though you were an animal," she said in turn.
Looking very nervous now, he said, "Well deary, I've been awake all night, making my eyes glow."
"And you've never called me 'deary' before," she said.
"Okay, I'm not your granny!" he said. "I'm a wolf!"
Marie got up and ran. Then she thought of the defense training she learned from her dad. It was really silly, but it had to work. She took out her fan and ran up to the wolf. He put his claws through the fan. Then, she smashed the fan shut and flipped him over.
Marie went all around the house looking for her grandma. When she passed the closet, she heard a voice. It said, "Yum, yum chocolate!" When she opened the closet, her grandma rolled out.
When Cool E.O. Wolf was conscious again, for she had knocked him out, she asked, "Why did you chase me when you could have eaten my grandma?"
"I did not want your meat, I wanted your hood! I've been waiting forever to have one!" he wailed.
"Well, whether or not you are good or bad to people in the future, you can have my hood," said Marie, handing it over.
After that, they all sat down to eat lettuce cookies, even though they tasted nasty.
READER'S REVIEWS (10) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"....." -- Tyrant.
"This was a really wierd story that could've used a lot more details. It also needed a different plot, because it's the same exact thing as the original." -- Tracy , Normal, Illinois, USA.
"dont mind what the other people say sweetie you have great great stories and they are alll eeither sad or funny even without muc=h detail. plus it is not like a contest or something" -- hotaru.
"Veronica, your story runs along a similar vein to that of Wolfe's (though less extreme as she doesn't write for children-thank god!) . Yup,that's just Wolfe under The Authors. She does serious stuff too I think, so u haveta click a coupla times to get to the funnies. I think u'll like it!" -- Harriet.
"Sorry, I meant Wolfa. Silly me!" -- Harriet.
"Opps! I just clicked on your author decription and saw your age! Maybe my suggestion wasn't such a good idea!" -- Harriet.
"ur story is a good one but the name EU WOLF" -- osama bin hassan, karachi, sindh, pakistan.
"SORRY I MEANT"UR STORY IS A GOOD ONE BUT THE NAME EO WOLF IS VERY FUNNY." -- Osama Bin Hassan, Karachi, Sindh, Pakistan.
"Just read yoiur story, funny, really, need a little work, but funny just the the same. I like the way you end it, totally with a positive, every child's story should end on a positive note. If I am not mistaken, yours was a matter of sharing. Keep it up, writing is how we all learn to live. " -- Wilma Walker, Atlanta, GA, USA.
"Just looked at your profile, it's been years, since you posted, well me to, don't let the bad reviews get you down, they are just needing something in their lives, I still think your work was funny, similar,to little red, but funny just the same." -- Wilma Walker, Atlanta, GA, UA.
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