Dear diary,

Today I was in the forest on a search for food. And when I say food, I mean food — not that cheeky, grumpy woodcutter’s smacks. I was strolling past the hills, rivers and trees when I saw a timid girl walking by. I GOT MY VICTIM. IT WAS HER.

But then I realized she was carrying cakes and fruit to her sick grandmother. Such a humble child. RIGHT? I let her go — but I had a plan. I would take the place of her grandmother.

Little Red Riding Hood finally reached her grandma’s house after what felt like two long hours (why was she so slow?). As she stepped inside, there I was, lying in the bed, doing my best to look harmless — and she screamed. I nearly died from the ear-splitting sound.

She started asking questions: “Why are your ears so big, Grandma? Why are your teeth so sharp?” What on earth would I have answered? I couldn’t tolerate it much longer, so I jumpscared her. Little did she know, her real grandma was hiding in the cupboard.

Just as I was about to make my move, the girl dashed to the cupboard (I don’t know how she knew to go there). The poor grandmother was so frightened by being shoved into the cupboard that she froze, which in turn petrified the little girl. Then — oh my! — they made a terrible, enormous ruckus. I was about to give up when both women ran to the window and found a fellow outside. Why did he come between us?

I was so close to capturing my targets, but that fellow punched me. Ouch. That hurt. And clearly he has no sense of humor about animal mischief — somebody teach him: you mustn’t do animal abuse!

Yours lovingly,
Big Bad Wolf

Authored By: Kavya Vasani, 12 years old