From the perspective of the Big Bad Wolf (Little Red Riding Hood)

One day, I was wandering in the forest when I came across Little Red Riding Hood walking alone. Seeing how scared she was, I felt a rush of kindness and accompanied her for quite a while. As we passed a dazzling flowerbed, I thought it was a great idea to bring flowers to the sick. So, I suggested she pick some for her grandmother to help her recover soon. Little Red Riding Hood was thrilled and rushed to gather the flowers. Worried about the old lady being left unattended, I decided to head to Grandma’s cottage first.
When I arrived, Grandma’s faint voice came from inside, asking who was there. Thinking Little Red Riding Hood and I were together, I replied, “Little Red Riding Hood.” After opening the door, I saw Grandma, emaciated from illness. My stomach growled loudly—I hadn’t eaten for two days and had walked a long way with Little Red Riding Hood. Eventually, hunger overcame my reason, and I gobbled Grandma up. But she was so thin that I was still far from full.
To spare Little Red Riding Hood from grief, I pondered and decided to dress up as Grandma. However, she spent an eternity picking flowers. I was almost asleep when she finally showed up. The moment she entered, her eyes were fixed on me, and she fired a series of questions. Just then, hunger struck again, and my stomach rumbled, catching her attention. As she asked in curiosity and reached out to pull back the covers, my reason snapped. Before she knew it, I swallowed her whole.
After filling my stomach, I collapsed onto the bed, filled with mixed emotions. After all, it was just my wolf instinct. Humans ate animals when they were hungry—we were no different. Suddenly, the door burst open, and the hunter stormed in. He sneered, “Humph, it’s you again, you wicked wolf, up to no good!” I struggled to escape, but my body was weak. The hunter pinned me down and, without hesitation, took out his scissors and cut open my stomach.
Watching in horror as my belly was slit open, I roared in agony, “Just because I’m a wolf, you attack me without understanding! Aren’t you taking a life, too?” The hunter was stunned for a moment but quickly regained his cold expression. He dragged me away, saying icily, “Once a wolf, always a wolf. If I let you go today, you’ll surely harm more people.”
The hunter hauled me outside. The sunlight blinded me. The villagers gathered around, throwing stones at me and shouting abuse. “I’m just following my instincts!” I howled wildly. “When you humans hunt animals, do you ever think about their lives?” The hunter ignored me and tied me to a big tree at the entrance of the village. As I watched them throw torches at me, my life was consumed by the searing flames.