Everyone knows the story of the three little pigs but few know the complementary story of how three friendly little wolves were persecuted by the Big Bad Boar. A few stories have attempted to right this egregious wrong but none have told the all encompassing story of how these clever little wolves performed miraculous feats of daring-do while being hounded by the Big Bad Boar. So, if you've ever wondered: Where did the Unicorn come from? How did Prince Charming really get past those roses to kiss Sleeping Beauty? What are the ingredients to make Seven League Boots? And How do you break witches' spells? Then find the answers while you read how Three Little Wolves undid witches' spells, used enchanted robins to make magic boots, outsmarted a selfish king and saved his castle from the big bad boar.
The Three Little Wolves AND THE Big Bad Boar
By Claus KochAuthorHouse
Copyright © 2011 Claus Koch
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4520-5321-9 Chapter One
The Big Bad Boar
Once upon a time, there was a mother wolf. She lived deep in the evergreen forest. She had three little wolves. The oldest little wolf had curly blond fur. His curls glistened every time the sun's rays peeked through the tall trees. The second little wolf had thick shaggy fur. It was bright red, like a robin's breast. The youngest little wolf had sleek brown fur. It made him look elegant.
When the little wolves grew older, they grew more curious every day. They liked to go exploring. They explored all the trees around them. They explored all the hills and valleys. It was not long before they had explored the whole forest. One day, they became so curious that they decided to explore the world. So the little wolves said good-bye to their mother. They set out on the narrow path that led out of the forest.
The little wolves wandered for a long, long time. Finally, the path opened into the lovely countryside. There were many fields with different crops. There were rolling meadows. Pink clover blossoms covered some of them. Bees were buzzing all around. The bees were collecting nectar from the blossoms to make honey. The little wolves liked honey, but they were too afraid of the bees to take any of it.
The little wolves walked a while in the countryside. Soon they came to a small, wooden bridge. The little bridge crossed a small babbling brook. The oldest little wolf bent down and listened to the brook. He thought that it was saying something to him. This made the blond wolf very curious. He said to his brothers, "I want to follow this talking stream." So the younger wolves wished their brother good luck and continued along the path.
The blond little wolf followed the stream through fields of fragrant clover blossoms. He liked the countryside very much. There were pretty white daisies to sniff. There were busy bees to watch. There were big, sturdy trees to climb and many hills on which he could play. Some trees had ripe apples; some trees grew delicious walnuts. The little wolf tried something from each tree. For dessert, he picked some wild strawberries that grew along the stream.
After his delicious meal, the blond little wolf followed the stream some more. Soon he came to a wheat field. The wheat was ripe. It swayed in the gentle breeze that blew over the field. The wheat stems glistened like gold in the afternoon sun. The golden color reminded the little wolf of his own blond fur. He fell in love with the golden wheat stems. He walked along the wheat field until he met a farmer. The farmer was cutting down the wheat. "Why are you cutting those pretty golden stems?" asked the little wolf.
The farmer replied, "I am cutting the wheat so that we can make flour from it. Then we use the flour to make bread."
"Oh!" said the little wolf. He knew what bread was. Then he asked, "What do you do with the golden stems?"
"Oh, that is straw," said the farmer. "We use it for making straw roofs for our houses."
"May I have some of that straw?" asked the little wolf.
The farmer smiled and said, "Why sure, little wolf. You may have as much as you want."
So the little blond wolf gathered enough straw to make a small hut. Then he found a pretty meadow near the forest. There were many daisies growing in the meadow. In the center of the meadow was a big, sturdy oak tree. It cast a long shadow in the afternoon sun. The little wolf built his straw hut in the shadow of the big oak tree.
He had just finished building his very own straw hut when a big wild boar came out of the forest. The boar was mean and very hungry. He saw the little wolf as the wolf ducked into the straw hut. The boar thought to himself, "There is my supper."
So the big bad boar walked up to the hut and said softly, "Little wolf, little wolf, open the door, and let me in!"
The little wolf peeked out and said, "Not by the hair of my chinny chin-chin."
"Little wolf," cried the boar, "if you don't let me in, I'll charge and crash your house down!"
The little wolf didn't budge. So the big bad boar backed up. He lowered his head. "Snort! Snort! Snort!" he puffed.
He came charging at the hut. But the little wolf was smart. He watched the boar come closer. The boar was charging. Faster and faster! Closer and closer. Suddenly, the hut moved out of the way. The boar went charging by.
The little wolf had picked up the hut from the inside and moved it over just in the nick of time. The boar felt very foolish. This made him very angry. He turned around and shouted, "Little wolf, open up your door, or I will smash your house down!"
The blond little wolf peeked out again and said, "Not by the hairs of my chinny chin-chin!"
So the big bad boar charged again. He didn't know that the little wolf had moved the straw hut in front of the sturdy oak tree.
The big bad boar was really furious. He charged blindly for the hut. The little wolf waited inside. The boar was charging faster and faster. He was getting closer and closer. The ground was shaking.
Animals were running away. Birds were flying off. Still, the little wolf stayed inside. The boar's snout was almost touching the hut. Suddenly, the little wolf jumped out of the hut through the window.
Smash! Straw flew all around. The tree shook so hard that leaves fell off its branches. The big bad boar fell over backward. He hadn't paid attention to where he was going. He had knocked himself out cold on the big oak tree.
The little wolf carefully stepped up to the sleeping boar, who was covered in leaves. Soon a big bump grew on the forehead of the nasty boar. The bump grew and grew. Soon it looked like a long horn on the head of the boar.
The little wolf climbed up the tree to see if there was a village nearby. He spotted the farmer's village beyond the wheat fields. So the smart little wolf hurried to the village. He told all the people that there was a unicorn sleeping under the big oak tree in the meadow. Some people had heard a big bang, so they went to the meadow to see what was going on. When they saw the bad boar with the bump on his head, they all laughed. They agreed that he looked just like an ugly unicorn.
When the big bad boar woke up the next day, all the people and animals called him "the unicorn." His big bump never went away again. So ever since that day, everybody called the big bad boar "the unicorn" as a joke. This made the boar very angry. He became even meaner than before. He hated everybody who called him a unicorn. He blamed the little wolf for everything—and so, from that day on, the big bad boar hated little wolves most of all.
The little wolf soon built himself a new straw hut close to the village. The people liked the smart little wolf. He helped the farmers harvest the crops. He told the little children funny stories. And because he had golden fur and lived in a golden straw hut, the people called him "Goldy Wolf."
Chapter Two
A Wolf Whistle
The two younger wolf brothers had stayed on the path. They walked until the sun went down. Soon it got too dark to travel. So the two little wolves collected some hay for a mattress. They put leaves over the hay so that it wouldn't tickle. They found some moss behind a big maple tree and used the moss for pillows. Soon they were fast asleep beneath the bright, twinkling stars.
The two brothers woke up at dawn. The morning dew had left silvery drops on their furry faces. The golden sun peeked over the horizon and dried their wet whiskers.
The two little wolves were hungry. The red wolf stood up to look for something to eat. As he looked around, he saw a beautiful rainbow. It was on the horizon opposite the sun. The rainbow had many pretty colors. The color that the red wolf liked best was the outside color. It reminded him of the color of his fur.
The little wolves had always lived in the forest where trees blocked the horizon. They had never seen a rainbow before. The red wolf said, "I think I shall see where those pretty colors come from." So the two little wolves parted.
The red wolf walked past many fields. Pretty red robins were singing in the morning air. Along the way, the little wolf found some apple trees. But there were no apples on them. He also saw that the crops in the field looked poor. He wondered about that as he followed the rainbow.
After a while, the rainbow slowly disappeared. The sun was getting higher in the sky. The wolf was getting warm in his furry coat. At last he found a little stream. He dipped his furry paw into the stream and scooped up some cool water for a drink.
While he lapped the water, he saw some thorny bushes. They were growing by the stream. Deep inside the bushes were lovely red raspberries. The little wolf carefully picked some of the berries for a snack. His furry coat protected him from the thorns. He wondered who had eaten all the raspberries on the outside of the bushes.
The little wolf walked on. He saw more robins flying about. After a while, he began to wonder about all the robins. Soon there were more and more cheerful robins. The wolf's red fur reminded the robins of their own red breasts.
The little wolf was feeling very happy. He began to whistle a cheerful tune. The robins liked the music. They sang along as they followed him.
Late that afternoon, the little red wolf came to a village. By now, the sun looked like a big red ball on the horizon. This meant that the next day would be sunny.
All the birds went to sleep in the nearby trees. The little wolf was very hungry. Luckily, he saw a bakery. So the little wolf went to the baker. He asked the baker for some bread. The baker was very friendly, but he was also poor. He could only give the little wolf a little bit of bread.
While the little wolf ate his bread, he asked the baker why the fields looked so empty. The baker told the wolf this story:
"Many years ago, the village had eleven beautiful robins. These robins sang lovely songs to the villagers every day. The villagers liked the robins very much.
"One day, a handsome prince came to the village. He liked the singing robins so much that he stayed here. He helped the farmers pick their crops. He showed the blacksmith how to make stronger plows. He taught the children how to read. Everybody liked the prince.
"Then one day, a wicked witch came to the village. She put a curse on the prince that made him very ugly. The curse could only be broken if the prince could kiss a beautiful princess.
"The villagers were very angry at the witch. They wanted to make the witch take back the spell. This made the wicked witch very angry. So she put a curse on the village, too. She cursed the eleven robins so they would lay new eggs each and every morning. This spell could only be broken if the robins ate nothing but pearls and jewels for a whole day.
"Soon there were more robins. In time there were many, many more birds. They ate the crops in the fields. They ate the apples on the trees. They even ate the berries off the bushes. Soon the people barely had enough to eat.
"The prince was very sad that the people had become so poor because of him. He decided to leave the village. He wanted to look for a lovely princess who might let him kiss her. We never saw him again."
The little wolf thought about the eleven enchanted birds. Surely there must be a way to help these people. The baker could see that the little wolf wanted to help. He asked, "Little wolf, would you like to stay with me and help me in the bakery? I am getting older, and I could use some help."
The little red wolf was glad to stay with such friendly people. That night, he curled up beside the baker's warm oven. Early the next morning, he helped the baker to bake some delicious bread. He was just packing up some bread to take to the market when suddenly, he had an idea.
All morning, the little wolf sold bread at the market. He was very cheerful, and so he made many friends. When he met a farmer, he asked if the farmer could let him have some hay. The farmer told the little wolf of a big haystack at the edge of the village.
In the afternoon, the little red wolf went looking for the haystack. It was just where the farmer had said it was. There was also a sturdy red maple tree. It was perfect for climbing. The red leaves matched the little wolf's fur.
The little wolf grabbed some of the hay. He climbed up the tree and began building nests. All afternoon long he made many, many nests. All this time, he whistled happy tunes. The robins heard the cheerful whistling. They all came over and tried the nests.
Late that afternoon, the villagers came to visit the little wolf. They didn't know why he was making all those nests. They brought him some bread for supper. They also brought him some red cedar wood for a hut.
The little wolf thanked the people. He built his hut in the tree. He felt this was a safe place to build it because his mother had written to him about the scary unicorn that his brother had outsmarted.
The little red wolf had just finished the hut when the sun went down. He looked around in the dusk. All the robins were sitting in the lovely nests that he had made. He whistled them to sleep.
The next morning, the little wolf climbed from nest to nest. Soon he found a blue robin's egg. He put the egg into a pouch. Then he tied a lovely red ribbon to that nest. He searched on. Soon he found another egg. He tied a ribbon to that nest too. Soon there were eleven nests that had ribbons tied to them. This showed where the eleven enchanted robins laid their eggs.
The little wolf took the eggs to the village. Now, when he sold the baker's bread, he gave each of the poorest people one robin's egg for food. These people were happy that they had a little more to eat.
From that day on, the little wolf brought the villagers eleven blue eggs every morning. Soon there were fewer birds being born, so there weren't as many birds eating the farmers' crops. Now the crops could grow better. After a few months, the people were no longer so poor.
The people all liked the little red wolf who lived with the robins. But they didn't know what to call him. Finally, the baker thought of a name everybody liked. From that day on, everyone called the little wolf "Robin Wolf."
Chapter Three
Such Lovely Boots
The youngest wolf walked the farthest along the road. In the afternoon, he came to an apple orchard.
A farmer was picking ripe apples. He was tall and strong. His face and arms were tanned from working in the sunshine. The little wolf walked up to the farmer and asked, "Can I have a few apples? I have not eaten anything all day, and I am very hungry."
The farmer looked down from his ladder and said, "Why sure, little wolf, help me pick some apples. Then you can eat as many as you like."
This sounded like a good idea to the little wolf. He just loved to eat apples. Besides, his feet were getting sore from all the walking. So the little brown wolf helped the farmer pick many apples that day. As his reward, he ate some apples. He also kept some for the next day.
That night, the little wolf slept in the farmer's barn. There was a tall horse that looked very strong and fast. There was a fat cow that mooed a lot. There were many chickens, too, and a cocky rooster. The rooster didn't look very friendly. The little wolf thought that the rooster might be afraid of him.
The next morning, the sun peeked through the cracks of the barn. The rooster crowed "cock-a-doodle-doo!" It was so loud that he woke everybody up. The chickens began to cluck; the horse whinnied; sheep bleated. All this noise woke up the little brown wolf. He was hungry, so he ate a few of his apples. He put the rest into a clean potato bag. Then he set out again on the road.
The little brown wolf walked all day. He only stopped by a little stream for lunch. He ate the rest of the apples, and he drank some water from the stream. The stream reminded the little wolf of his brothers. He wondered what they were doing.
After lunch, the little wolf continued on his journey. As the sun was going down, it turned to a pretty red color. The little wolf was happy to see that. It meant that the weather would be nice again tomorrow. The red sun also reminded him of his second brother.
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