Flipside Fairytales is silly stories written from the other person’s point of view. We know what the three little pigs were thinking but what about the Wolf? Was he just looking for some new friends? Some company to sit around the fire with?
These stories look at things from their side, therefore the ‘Flipside’ part of the fairytale.
They were written just for fun, so check them out!
The Big Bad Wolf & The 3 Little Pigs
I know, I don’t like that name either. It makes me so angry. There is absolutely nothing ‘little’ about those three pigs! No, I know, it’s that ‘Big Bad Wolf’ name that gets everyone so upset. I am trying to get a re-write, but so far no luck. Maybe if I tell you my side of the story, you guys might help me get the word out to everyone else?
You see, my name is actually Frederick Von Wolfhausen III, but my friends just call me Fred. Though after those silly pigs get through telling their side of the story, I may not have any friends left!
I grew up an only child to Martha Louise and Frederick Von Wolfhausen II. So though I was spoiled terribly, I would get so lonely at times. It’s hard to get a lot of wolves together at once. A wolf pack is fine until someone steps on someone’s tail, and then the fights begin. Eventually, Mums and Pops decided that we would move out to the country and avoid these frequent wolf pack meet-ups. So there I was, stuck out in the country with no friends nearby.
Until one day, while out skipping stones in the creek, I heard splashing and laughter coming from around the curve. What do you think I saw splashing around there? Yes, two not-so-little pigs. They were playing tag in the water, yelling you’re it, then swimming away. What fun! I stood nearby on the bank and waited for them to catch their breath, before clearing my throat. They turned slowly toward me, then looked back at each other and winked. I didn’t know then how much that wink would cost me.
“Come on in and play, the biggest pig offered. “Tag is always more fun with more people”
Oh joy, they want me to play? You bet! I jumped right in the water and we laughed and played until the sun began to set. The two pigs, whose names were Percival and Phineas, asked me to meet them back there again tomorrow to play. So for the next few months, we played and told stories. It was wonderful to finally have friends nearby again.
As the days grew colder, Percival and Phineas would often talk about how much they dreaded the winter. It seems they had put up their houses rather quickly, using straw and sticks, and the wind just seemed to blow right through the walls. It sounded terrible to me. But when I asked them why they didn’t just fix them, they just laughed and said they had rather play. They would worry about the cold later. I was very glad that Pops had made sure our house was nice and cozy and I didn’t have to worry.
One cold day near the end of November, Percival and Phineas asked me to come over to their houses and play. Mums said it was okay as long as I was home before sunset, so off I went. I have to say, their houses looked kind of rickety. I was afraid to actually go inside either one of them.
The pigs said they had a new game to play. We were going to take turns and see who could blow the most leaves off their roofs. That sounded harmless enough, since I wouldn’t have to go inside at all. So, Percival set up a ladder in front of his house, climbed up, puffed out his chest and blew. Three leaves fell to the ground. Then Phineas climbed up. He blew off maybe two. Then it was my turn. I didn’t really need to climb up but they insisted. Once I was up there, I drew in my breath and prepared to blow off some leaves. But just as I did, those pigs rocked the ladder and I fell off right onto their roof! As I tried to sit up, the roof began to shake and suddenly I was sitting in the kitchen. I was horrified. What do I do now?
Percival just laughed and said he would fix his roof tomorrow and moved the ladder over to Phineas’ house. They each blew off a couple of leaves, then said for me to try. Well, no ladder for me this time! I stood on my tiptoes and blew as hard as I could. That straw roof blew right off! I don’t think it was held down with anything. Once the roof fell, the walls caved in right on top of it. Did anyone else see that coming? I sure didn’t.
Before I could apologize, Percival and Phineas began screaming at the top of their lungs. They ran over to a nearby brick house and started banging on the door. “Let us in Brother. A Big Bad Wolf has huffed and puffed and blown both our houses down. We will surely be eaten if you don’t let us in!” The door was jerked open by a very large angry pig. “Pomeroy, Pomeroy, as our older brother you have to protect us.”
Pomeroy motioned them in, then glared at me while slamming the door. I ran over and politely knocked. “Oh, Percival, Phineas, please explain to your dear brother that we were playing a game. I would never knock over your houses on purpose. And what is that you said about getting eaten? That is ridiculous. My Mums always has dinner ready for me at six o’clock every night. I couldn’t dare eat now.”
No one answered, so I went around to the back door and tried knocking again. They ignored me, so I went around to a window. I had to yell to be heard through the window, but I had to explain. As the brother walked over to pull the curtain closed, I saw Percival and Phineas pointing and laughing at me. Their brother yelled at me to go away and never come back. At this, those two awful pigs stuck their tongues out at me and turned around to sit by the fire.
I waited around til sunset, hoping they would come back out, but at last I gave up and headed home. I was crying when I walked in our door and Mums and Pops asked what on earth had happened? When I finally got the story out, Mums got me a hot cocoa and Pops banged his fist on the mantel. “Those sneaky pigs were not very good friends, Fred. I think they came up with a plan to spend this winter in their brother’s warm, cozy house and used you to accomplish it. I’m sure because they were too lazy to fix their own homes, their brother wouldn’t let them stay in his. This plan got them sympathy and a new home. I don’t ever want you to hang around with that group of pigs again. They are no good.”
After a few days, I ventured to town with Mums. All afternoon, we heard murmurs of ‘There he is. That’s the Big Bad Wolf that blew down poor Percival and Phineas’ houses. You know they have to live with their brother, Pomeroy, now.”
Mums took my hand and we quickly headed home. But not before she looked everyone of those people in the eye and said “His name is Fred and those horrible pigs wanted their houses blown down! Fred was framed and one day you will realize it for yourselves!”
My Mums is my biggest fan and best friend!
The Big Bad Wolf Named Fred
Okay, don’t be scared by the name, Big Bad Wolf. Well, actually they call me ‘The Big Bad Wolf’. Actually my name is Fred. Frederick Von Wolfhausen to be absolutely correct. How did I get this horrible name you might ask? Well, you blow down a couple of little pigs houses and suddenly you are known as big and bad. And just so you know, they wanted me to blow their house down!
You see, winter was coming and their straw and stick houses were cold, very cold. That wind just whipped right through their walls and they didn’t want to spend another winter freezing. Their brother’s brick house was so nice and warm, and that’s where they wanted to be. One problem, they were, well, pigs, um, I mean slobs, and he didn’t want them to live with him, ever.
So apparently they came up with a plan and unknowingly I was a big part of it. They invited me over to play one day and they challenged me to see who was strong enough to blow their roof off. Seemed harmless enough, so we all took a turn. When it was mine, I blew as hard as I could. And well, I guess I won the game, because I blew their whole house down! I didn’t mean to, I was just playing the game with them. But suddenly they ran screaming over to their brother’s house saying I blew their house down. They were screaming that I wanted to eat them. I didn’t want to eat them. I was just over there playing!
The next thing I know, their brother jerks open the door and lets them in. I start knocking on his door, wanting to explain to him that I was just playing a game with them. I had no idea their house would blow down. I didn’t know I was that strong. He wouldn’t open the door, so I went around to the back door. I kept trying to explain what had happened. He wouldn’t listen.
I went to the window, still trying to explain, but their brother told me to go away and never come back. As he was yelling out the window, his brothers were standing behind him sticking their tongues out at me. Why would they do that? I thought we were friends.
So now I am known as the ‘Big Bad Wolf’, so unfair! My name is Fred, Fred!
How I Tried to Help Out Grandma
or Little Red Riding Hood (sigh)
Hi! It’s me again, Fred. Who? Come on, Frederick Von Wolfhausen. Okay maybe you may know my by this horrible nickname: The Big Bad Wolf. I don’t like that name and I am trying hard to change people’s opinion of me.
It’s all those three little pigs fault. Just because I blew those brothers’ houses down, they went around telling everyone how big and bad I am. They never tell anyone that it was a game and that they had asked me to see if I could blow their roof off! I don’t get it. But do those 2 sneaky little pigs tell the real story, no way! They wanted to go live with their brother in his nice warm house and this was how they tricked him and me. And everyone says I am the bad guy?
So now I have spent the last three years trying to prove that I am not that guy. I am not ‘Big and Bad’. I am really soft, fluffy and friendly, actually the nicest wolf around if I have to say so myself. (And apparently I do!)
I truly care about others. I rescue little animals that get trapped in the woods. I work them loose but then what happens? They run away from me screaming “It’s the big, bad wolf!” What is up with that? Didn’t I just rescue you? I pick up baby birds and put them back in their nest and then their mom chases me away like I had planned on making them my next meal. It’s just not fair. I only want to be friends.
Here is another misunderstanding. Just the other day, I was walking through the woods, minding my own business, when I saw Grandma working in her garden. I walked over to say hi and see if she needed any help. What happened? She ran screaming into the woods yelling “the wolf, the wolf”. What? I was just going to help her!
With nothing else to do, I sat down in her garden and started pulling weeds. It seemed like the least I could do. Like I said, I just wanted to help.
In the distance, I began to hear whistling. Yay, she must have calmed down and she’s coming back!
I thought, hmmm, maybe if I look more like her, she won’t be scared of me. So I grabbed some clothes off her clothes line and changed into them. I put on a gown and a lace cap. Now, I look more like her. I bet she will see me as a friend now.
The whistling grew closer. It wasn’t Grandma after all. It was a little girl in a red hood and cape. She was skipping along carrying a basket. Oh boy, a picnic! I love picnics, they are so much fun!
As she came close enough to see me, I noticed she was squinting. Oh, she must have forgotten her glasses! I’ll help her and then everyone will see how friendly I really am.
As the little girl drew even closer, she reached over and accidentally stuck her hand in my mouth, gross! But being polite, I didn’t say anything. “What big teeth you have”, she said. (How rude, but did I say that, No!) “Ummm, the better to eat with”, I replied. I never said the better to eat you with, I promise!
As she reaches into the basket, I am thinking oh boy we are going to eat! She pulls out her glasses instead and puts them on. She then looks up at me and screams! What? I didn’t do a thing, I was just standing there waiting for the picnic to start.
She takes off running back through the woods and the next thing I know this story is going around that me, ‘The Big Bad Wolf’, was going to eat her. Why? Why would she say such a ridiculous thing? I don’t eat people, I like cake. Birthday cake to be precise. And maybe ice cream. But eat people, yuck!
So, please help me spread the word, the name is Fred. Fred. And next time you come by would you mind bringing me some birthday cake? I don’t get invited to too many parties anymore.
The Old Lady in the Forest
There was once a friendly old woman who lived very far from
town. In fact, she lived so far deep in the woods that no one
ever wanted to walk that far to visit her. She became very
lonely. As time passed, her eyesight began to fail and she had
trouble seeing very far. She feared that her life would end with
no one the wiser.
The little old woman came up with an idea to entice people to
come out and visit her. She began to cover her house in candy,
all kinds of candy. She used candy canes as the 2x4s.
Starbursts of every color became the bricks. Licorice strips
were used as thatch for her roof. Her windows were made of
sheets of melted sugar. Gumdrops stood as turrets all around.
She did not stop with just the house itself. She made her
furniture out of cakes and candies too. Cupcakes became her
footstools. Her chairs were made of molded milk chocolate.
Her kitchen table was a large chocolate chip cookie with legs of
peppermint sticks.
Her plan seemed perfect. Now all she had to do was wait for
someone to come out walking thru the woods. They would not
be able to resist such a sight and smell and would surely seek
her out.
Little did the poor woman know that at this same time, a
woodsman with his wife were hatching a plan to lose their kids
in those very woods due to being poor and having no food.This wicked man and woman decided they would give their
children a crust of bread and take them out in the forest so far
that they would never find their way back home. So sad. So
early one morning, the woodsman set out with his two
children, Hansel and Gretel. The children grew hungry and
tired and sat down to eat. When they feel into an exhausted
sleep, the evil woodsman ran back thru the woods to his home.
When the children awoke, they were frightened. Nothing
looked familiar to them. Gretel began to cry from hunger.
Hansel, being the older brother, took charge. “We will walk
toward the sun, Gretel. We will have to come to the forest
edge soon.”
As they slowly walked along, their noses began to pick up the
scent of fresh baked cookies. Cookies, in the middle of the
forest? Hansel quickly decided that their best plan was to
follow their noses and surely they would find a house.
Shortly they came out into a clearing. In the center stood the
house made of candy. Hansel and Gretel both rubbed their
eyes in wonder. The children only hesitated a moment before
going up and picking off pieces of the house to eat. They were
so hungry that they did not stop at a few pieces. Before the old
woman was aware of the visitors, those naughty children had
eaten the sidewalk, porch, chimney and was now pulling the
bricks out one by one and eating them!The old woman came running out, begging them to stop! Her
voice was high pitched and crackling from having been woken
up from a deep sleep. Hansel and Gretel froze in fear.
Suddenly, the woman realized how she must look a fright with
her hair sticking up all over her head and her screaming at
them. She quickly switched to a cackling laugh in hopes of
calming the children. Slowly they walked up to her and
introduced themselves. They explained how they had gotten
lost from their father and didn’t know how to get home.
“Poor little things, she said. Come inside and let me fix you
something better to eat than all this candy. You will surely get
a tummy ache if you eat anymore!”
The children followed her inside what was left of her house and
their stomachs growled again when they saw the cookie tables
and cupcake footstools.
“Sit down you two and let me fix you some liver and onions.
That will fill you up better than any old candy can.”
Hansel and Gretel looked at each other, silently agreeing that
no way were they eating liver and onions when all this candy
was just sitting there. Hansel quickly came up with a plan.
When the old woman bent over the oven to put the dish into
bake, Hansel ran over, pushed her in and slammed the door
shut!Hansel and Gretel grabbed all of the candy they could carry and
ran off through the woods. Soon they heard their father calling
for them. It seems he had thought better of leaving the kids
out in the woods and had come back to find them. When the
children told him about the old woman, the father quickly
decided that they would tell everyone that the woman was
really a witch and had tried to eat them. This way he would
look innocent and they would become heroes!
And that has been the story told for these many years. But now
you know the true story of the lonely, old woman with the
cackling laugh and a house made of candy.
Eunice the Unicorn
Where did they go? Are they like the dinosaurs and just became extinct over time? Well, I am about to answer that age old question for you.
This is the story of Eunice the Unicorn. It is a sad tale, and you might shed a tear or two for poor Eunice, so have you handkerchief ready.
Eunice was a sweet unicorn but a little shy. Her friends were always trying to get her to go out more. They finally decided to set Eunice up on a date. Oh no! It wasn’t like she had never been on a date before. She knew how awkward those dates could be. Eunice’s best friend had set her up before as a fourth to their third wheel, it was only with the best intentions of course.
How bad could it be, you ask? Oh, it could be bad. Let’s start out with her date’s name, Varmit. Varmit! What kind of name was that for a unicorn? Then the got separated from the other couple. Wait. This was supposed to be a double date, what happened? Varmit was not the Romeo she hoped for, and luckily that evening ended early, very early.
It took a lot of convincing for her to agree to repeat that embarrassing fiasco. But they finally wore her down and she agreed to give it one more try.
Eunice was to meet him at this new place called The Ark. It was ‘the’ place to be seen and that was the main reason she agreed to be set up again. You see, she heard that only couples were allowed into The Ark. No singles were allowed entrance. So, desperate times called for desperate measures.
The night of the big date arrived and Eunice’s stomach filled with butterflies. She took extra care to brush her mane out until it shone. Her hooves were painted a demure pink, and her horn was polished to a fine sheen. She arrived at The Ark and stood patiently by the entrance ramp watching all the other couples go on board.
An awkward 30 minutes passed by as Eunice nodded to the horses, mules and other couples as they went by. Smiling nervously, she kept peering around to see if she could spot her date over the large crowd.
Noah, the owner of The Ark, came out and shouted All Aboard. “All aboard? Wait, my date isn’t here yet! Oh no, what do I do now?” Eunice thought in a panic.
As Noah slowly pulled up the ramp, a fine rain began to fall. Eunice the Unicorn stood there as the rain grew heavier. Her mascara ran down her face and her mane hung limply. Boy, this was the definitely the last time she would agree to go on a blind date!