The Boy Who Cried Wolf (Appropriation)
I was lying there still on the grass, the flock of sheep grazing next to me. My eyelids battered against my urges, resisting the need to sleep. I got up with the wind ruffling through my hair. I called "Dolly" to the nearest sheep. She came over and leaned in lovingly while I stroked its ear. Suddenly there was a rustle behind me. I turned around anxiously. To my horror I was staring eye to eye with a wolf. Its piercing blue eyes caused me to freeze, its neck white as snow. With two leaps it had reached me and in one quick move it pinned me to the ground. I tried to call for help, but I could only manage a weak gasp. Its eyes were filled with malice and intent while a tear rolled down my cheek. As it scratched my face, I finally managed a sound. "WOLF" I bellowed at the top of my lungs. I heard the village stir and I think the wolf heard it too as I watched it slip away into the night. After about 30 seconds the first villager appeared with a pitchfork. "Where is the wolf, boy?", he asked. I replied, "It disappeared into those bushes". The villager gave me a menacing look and turned to the bushes. "There is nothing there" he exclaimed. "Y-Yes there was just a minute ago", I pleaded. "The last time there was a wolf here, was many years ago", the villager stated. He continued, "It took away a boy just like you. He would cry wolf just to see us villagers panic and try to help. However when we got there, there would be no one except the boy, We scolded him harshly, however he kept on doing it. Finally he cried wolf and we didn't bother answering it. We never saw him after that. Do you see the point I'm trying to make here boy?" he asked. "Yes, that you let an innocent boy get killed", I sarcastically replied. "No you little smart Alec", he grunted. "The point is that nobody believes a liar...even when they're telling the truth". He then turned around and abruptly stormed off. I stood up. The cool gush of wind dried the sweat dripping down my back. There was a noise behind me. I turned around afraid of what I was going to find. To my joy, there was sweet innocent Dolly. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see something chargi-
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He is an innocent farm boy, a pale face no more than the age of twelve. His plump lips and rosy cheeks beckon to me, call out, yearning for me. His job is to guard the sheep at night, lucky me, my vision is clearer at night. I can see his every soft feature from the dirt on his collar bone all the way down to the rips in his dungarees, the smell of his sweat trickling down his back and seeing his frail eyelids batter resisting sleep. I came here primarily to eat the sheep as any normal wolf would do, but as soon as I saw him I was spell bound. I came here every night just to perch on the branches of the tree just to see this fascinating boy. Finally I saw him call "Dolly" to the sheep. I realised what I wanted. For him to call my name. He kept stroking the sheep's ear, he was teasing me, taunting me, daring me and I would accept it. Tonight he would call wolf. Within a moment of him seeing me, I was on top of him. His eyes were filled with terror and shock. I wondered what the liquid running down his face was. Finally I got what I wanted. He cried wolf. I heard the village wake. I quickly got off him and ran into the darkness. A villager came up the hill and started talking to him. They had a long boring conversation. At last the villager left. The boy was all alone. The sheep went up to him and surprised him. "Not any more", I thought to myself. "He's all mine" and with that I bounded towards him. The collision knocked him off his feet. I looked down at the boy and he was lifeless. I lifted my paw from his small neck. I had crushed it. This was all the villagers fault. He had found him in tears, yet because he didn't see me, he called the boy a liar. He could have saved the boy, yet at least my dinner has already been caught. Yum!
Reflection Statement
The purpose of this story was to re invent a fairy tale. I chose 'The boy who cried wolf' as I thought I could provide an interesting twist by changing perspectives to the boy and also the wolf. I also added that there actually was a wolf in the story to change the moral. At the end of the first paragraph, I ended it midway the sentence to create suspense. I then shifted perspective to the wolf. At the end of the second paragraph I then showed what actually happened at the end of the first. The wolf then reflected on the events of the night and concluded that the villager is to blame and not himself. I chose to leave the setting the same as I believed it would complement the content of the story well. Even though the dynamics of the story were changed, I believe the basis of story remains unchanged.