Elfwood is the worlds largest SciFi & Fantasy community.
- 93564 members, 20 online now.
- 52398 site visitors the last 24 hours.
|
Stories / Stories / 
Kelsey M. Graham / Text 9 of 9 / Who´s Afraid Of The Big, Bad Wolf?
"Who´s Afraid Of The Big, Bad Wolf?" by Kelsey M. Graham
SF&F Picture 9 out of 9 by Kelsey M. Graham
| I actually don't really like this, I couldn't get the dialogue right. Eeevil dialogue. meh. crits welcome, as usual. |
   |
The testimony of Vermillion T Hund was taken on March 13, 1202, at Safe Harbor near Volf Forest by Dr J. Grimm.
Dr. Grimm: Will you stand up and hold up your right hand and take the oath, please?
Do you solemnly swear that in the taking of your deposition in these proceedings, you will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
Subject: I do.
Dr. Grimm: Would you state your full name, for the record?
Subject: Vermillion Tara Hund.
Dr. Grimm: Miss Hund, would you please tell us what you know about the events that have just transpired? There will be no interruptions.
Subject: I- I’ll try. I don’t know what to say- everything’s happening so fast, I still can’t believe it that- that she’s gone. {subject sobs} I- I just can’t-.
Forgive me. I’m alright now.
We- everyone in our town, I mean, knew about it- you see? It’s a small town, with no secrets. So yes, everyone knew about Grandmother’s little.. nocturnal problem. See, when she was a little girl, she loved animals, all kinds. She wasn’t scared of anything, and the animals loved her. So, when she saw the werewolf, she just thought it was a big doggy and toddled up to pet it.
No, it didn’t bite her, stop jumping to conclusions! You know, that was the kind of thinking that- never mind. I digress. SO anyway, she went up and petted it. And it licked her. Not bit, Licked. And ..Maybe she had a cut or something, I don’t know. It really doesn’t matter. What matters is, she ended up a werewolf, but not the normal sort. She was more like a big, friendly dog than a wolf. She used to let the village children go for rides on her back. But she’s old now, and live-d by herself. Her once impressive array of teeth are gone now, and her fur is streaked with gray. She gets- got lonely sometimes, especially at night.
And yes, I went to visit her a lot, talking to her, sharing snacks my mother packed, and keeping her company. We had a lot in common, you know? She always said I was her favorite. She made me a beautiful red cloak, and I always wear it, see?
I was late this time, so I knew she would already have changed. But this time, when I knocked on the door, I felt that something was somehow, terribly wrong. She didn’t come to the door, so I pushed it open and walked inside. She was lying in her bed, with only her furry ears sticking out of the covers.
‘Granny, what big ears you have,’ I called. It’s a long standing joke between the two of us. You see, the first time I saw her in werewolf shape, that’s what I said (I was only little then, so I didn’t know how to be tactful). We still love to tease each other about it… Well-we did, anyway.
But there was no answer, just silence. I was kind of worried, so I got up and pulled the blankets back and- {subject breaks down, crying} She was dead. Some maniac with an axe had- had {subject blows nose loudly with handkerchief}
Why would someone do something like that- I mean-
{subject starts pacing} look, all I’m asking is that you catch this murderous woodsman, before he kills again.
And I suggest you find and deal with him fast, because we are going to take matters into our own hands. A lot more than big teeth run in our family, take it from me.
Who’s afraid of the big, bad wolf?
Dr. Grimm: Will you stand up and hold up your right hand and take the oath, please?
Do you solemnly swear that in the taking of your deposition in these proceedings, you will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
Subject: I do.
Dr. Grimm: Would you state your full name, for the record?
Subject: Vermillion Tara Hund.
Dr. Grimm: Miss Hund, would you please tell us what you know about the events that have just transpired? There will be no interruptions.
Subject: I- I’ll try. I don’t know what to say- everything’s happening so fast, I still can’t believe it that- that she’s gone. {subject sobs} I- I just can’t-.
Forgive me. I’m alright now.
We- everyone in our town, I mean, knew about it- you see? It’s a small town, with no secrets. So yes, everyone knew about Grandmother’s little.. nocturnal problem. See, when she was a little girl, she loved animals, all kinds. She wasn’t scared of anything, and the animals loved her. So, when she saw the werewolf, she just thought it was a big doggy and toddled up to pet it.
No, it didn’t bite her, stop jumping to conclusions! You know, that was the kind of thinking that- never mind. I digress. SO anyway, she went up and petted it. And it licked her. Not bit, Licked. And ..Maybe she had a cut or something, I don’t know. It really doesn’t matter. What matters is, she ended up a werewolf, but not the normal sort. She was more like a big, friendly dog than a wolf. She used to let the village children go for rides on her back. But she’s old now, and live-d by herself. Her once impressive array of teeth are gone now, and her fur is streaked with gray. She gets- got lonely sometimes, especially at night.
And yes, I went to visit her a lot, talking to her, sharing snacks my mother packed, and keeping her company. We had a lot in common, you know? She always said I was her favorite. She made me a beautiful red cloak, and I always wear it, see?
I was late this time, so I knew she would already have changed. But this time, when I knocked on the door, I felt that something was somehow, terribly wrong. She didn’t come to the door, so I pushed it open and walked inside. She was lying in her bed, with only her furry ears sticking out of the covers.
‘Granny, what big ears you have,’ I called. It’s a long standing joke between the two of us. You see, the first time I saw her in werewolf shape, that’s what I said (I was only little then, so I didn’t know how to be tactful). We still love to tease each other about it… Well-we did, anyway.
But there was no answer, just silence. I was kind of worried, so I got up and pulled the blankets back and- {subject breaks down, crying} She was dead. Some maniac with an axe had- had {subject blows nose loudly with handkerchief}
Why would someone do something like that- I mean-
{subject starts pacing} look, all I’m asking is that you catch this murderous woodsman, before he kills again.
And I suggest you find and deal with him fast, because we are going to take matters into our own hands. A lot more than big teeth run in our family, take it from me.
Who’s afraid of the big, bad wolf?
←- Too Trusting | Ashes, Ashes... -→
|
Loading...
| ||||||||
About 'Who's Afraid Of The Big, Bad Wolf?':
• Status: OK
• Created by:
Kelsey M. Graham• Copyright: ©Kelsey M. Graham. All rights reserved!
• Keywords: Red, Riding, Hood, Redridinghood, Wolf, Werewolf, Fairytale, Fairy, Tale, Twisted, Bigbadwolf
• Categories: Lycanthrope, Were-folk, etc, European Traditions, Mythology, Parody
• Views: 671
More by 'Kelsey M. Graham':
| The Sea Is Eternal | 'Deusa | Blink's Story |
| Ashes, Ashes... | Forget-Me-Not | The Speaker's Son |
| Too Trusting | Faerie Bar |
Related Tutorials:
Rachel sharon edidin
Timothy Pontious
Elfwood™ is a site for Fantasy and Science Fiction art and
stories created by Thomas Abrahamsson and
helpful
assistants and moderators, owned by the Elfwood
corporation. [More...]