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The Wolf Girl

Once upon a time, there was a good little girl who lived with her mother.  One day, the mother decided to send the good little girl to her grandmother, who lived alone in the woods.  The mother gave her a basket of bread, cheese, and wine, and told her, "Here, take these to your grandmother.  The woods are dangerous, so remember these things: be a good little girl, hurry through the woods before it gets dark, and if wolves catch you, give them your bread and cheese.  There should be enough to fill their bellies, and if they are full on bread and cheese, they will not eat you, and your grandmother will forgive you.  But do not give them the wine; wine will only make them hungrier."

The good little girl said, "Yes, I will remember," and went into the woods to visit her grandmother.

As she was walking along the path, the good little girl ran into a bent old beggar woman. "Please, please, I am so hungry, won't you share some food with me?"

And because the good little girl was a good little girl, she said, "Of course, Auntie," and gave her half the bread and cheese.

The old beggar woman ate it down, then stood up straight and tall, threw off her tattered cloak, and patted her on the head.  She was now graceful and young, and the little girl realized that she had just shared her food with a powerful witch.

"You are a good little girl," she said, "and you deserve immortal life far more than some of my witch sisters.  In reward for your selflessness, I give you this blessing: you will survive whatever hardcomings befall you."

The good little girl wept tears of joy. "Thank you, thank you, Auntie!" She said. "You are too kind to me!"

And the witch smiled at her, and disappeared, and the good little girl continued on to her Grandmother's house.

Because she had stopped along the way, it began to get dark, and the little girl became frightened.  She began to walk faster, then run, and the wolves heard her beating heart and came to the path.

"Hello there," they told her, blocking her way. "Have you been a good little girl?"

"Yes, yes, I have," she said.

"Well, if you are such a good little girl, surely you will feed us?  We are so hungry; we have not eaten in so long." They said.

Remembering what her mother had said, the good little girl threw the wolves her bread and cheese.  But because she had given half of it to the witch, it did not fill the wolves.  They ate it down and began to circle her.

"We are still hungry," they said with big yellow eyes, "surely a good little girl like you will feed us?"

And the good little girl, frightened, gave them the wine, hoping it would fill them up.  But it did not; it only made the wolves drunk, and they became rowdy, laughing and nipping at her heels.  The good little girl was terrified, but she told herself that the good witch's blessing would protect her.

"If you are a good little girl," the wolves said, "You will give us more!"

"I don't have anything more," The good little girl said.

"You have your basket, and your bonnet, and your pretty little dress.  Give them to us, for we don't have any of our own."

And the little girl gave them her basket, and her bonnet, and her pretty dress, and the wolves put them on, tried to walk on their hind legs and imitate what they thought humans sounded like, and laughed very hard.  The good little girl tried to run away, but the wolf with her basket dropped it and sprang in front of her.

"You have not given us everything."

"Yes, I have!" The good little girl cried. "I don't have anything else!"

"Yes you do," the wolves told her, "you still have your flesh, and your bones, and your blood.  Those are much sweeter than bread, and cheese, and wine."

And they tore her apart and gobbled her up.

But the good little girl did not die, because she had been cursed by a powerful witch who said that she would survive whatever hardships befell her.  And so as she was digested, her flesh became the wolves' flesh, and her blood became their blood.  Her bones, broken and drained of marrow, were left in the woods.

As they digested the good little girl, the wolves began to change.  They became smarter.  They started wanting clothes, and to walk on their hind legs, and to live in a house with wives and children.  Also, whenever they were hurt, they would heal, very quickly.  They never became sick.  Because they were intelligent now, this was strange to them, and they began to wonder why this was so.

"How did this happen?" They asked. "We have become more man than wolf!  How can this be?  It must have been that good little girl that we ate; that is the only unusual thing that has happened.  She must have been magic, and she has blessed us with her flesh!"

"Perhaps," one of them, who had eaten the good little girl's brains and was now smarter than the others, "if we eat her bones, which we left alone in the clearing, we will become even more blessed!  Quick, let us find what remains of her, and gobble that down too."

And so the wolves went back into the woods.  It was hard, because it had been a long time since they had torn apart the good little girl, but their noses were keen, and with that and their new minds, they soon found her bones, which had been slowly putting themselves together but were still broken and missing most of their marrow.

"Good," said one wolf, "she has not run away.  Let us eat her down, before whatever magic is in her brings her back to life!"

They broke her bones again, and gobbled them up.  But wolves are not meant to eat bones, only flesh and blood, and the sharp edges cut their mouths, tore at their throats, and finally, punctured their stomachs.  One by one, the wolves fell together into a pile and died, shivering and screaming.

The good little girl's bones had been reunited with her flesh and blood; unfortunately, it was now the wolves' flesh and blood.  The witch's curse was powerful, but it was not intelligent.  And so bones, flesh, and blood began to heal, and after a long time, the good little girl rose again.  This time, she was covered with fur, and she had too many joints in the wrong places, but she was strong, and the curse knitted her together until she could walk and run.  However, she could only do so on all fours, and she felt herself wanting to eat the flesh and blood of other men.  Because she was a good little girl, this frightened her, and so she followed her mother's original instructions and fled to her grandmother's house.

"Grandmother, Grandmother, help me!" She cried. "I do not know what I have become!"

But her grandmother screamed, and quailed, and said, "Get back, you monster!" And threw a coal scuttle at her.  It hit her muzzle, and in blind rage and pain, the good little girl screamed, tore her grandmother apart, and ate her.  Afterward, when her face had healed and it was all over, she sat and thought but did not cry.  She could not go back to her mother.  She could not stay in this awful house where her grandmother had died.  What could she do?

"If I am not a good little girl," she said, "I might as well be a good little monster."

And she became the terror of the woods.

This is why you do not stay after dark, no matter how good a little girl you may be.

The End.

--transcribed by Rogan

Date: 2007-09-17 03:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Did you write that or is from a Grimm Fairy Tale *Kinda reminds me of that*... there more to the story? (I'm always looking for subtext!)


Date: 2007-09-17 04:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Gigi just... spewed it spontaneously. Sometimes she does that, though more often with music or songs than stories. I'm asking her where she got it from, and she doesn't seem to know. She says, "The Void gave it to me," which pretty much means, "Outta nowhere. No fucking idea."

Knowing Gigi, there probably IS more to the story, seeing as she sees herself as a monster as well. I'm almost scared to try and peel back the layers.


Date: 2007-09-17 08:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
There's something rather...Grimm about that fairy-tale.

Date: 2007-09-17 07:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Couldn't tell if you meant plain punning (in which case I'll keep my Christian Hans off it) or seriously. If it really rings with some other story, tell me. Because I have no earthly idea where Gigi got it.


Date: 2007-09-17 10:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That's a good story.

Date: 2007-09-17 12:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That's a great story. The tone and content remind me a lot of Neil Gaiman, actually. Very cool, Gigi.


Date: 2007-09-17 07:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Neil Gaiman wrote Neverwhere. We do not remember it.

--Gigi, who hasn't actually "read" him herself

Date: 2007-09-17 07:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The Sandman graphic novels are my favorite of his, but you might like his short stories. He has two collections out now, Smoke and Mirrors and Fragile Things. I also have a bunch of MP3s of him reading his short stories, which I'd be happy to send you...some might be too big to attach to an email but I could give you shorter ones and I'd be happy to burn and send you the full CDs if you were interested.

Or here's a link to his website which in turn links to some stories, essays, audio, and video:

You guys might like American Gods if you're into the mythology class, but it's very long so you might want to make sure you like his general style before you decide to tackle it.

*is probably coming on way too strong but cannot resist trying to spread the Neil love*


Date: 2007-09-18 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I personally find Gaiman a bit too grim and dark for me; I plowed through the first four volumes of his Sandman series, and I decided that was enough for me, though I did enjoy the Death spin-offs more. I need to pick up Good Omens again--I don't like Gaiman or Pratchett for too long on their own, but I thought they balanced each other out nicely.

--Rogan, who will check out the links now

Date: 2007-09-18 02:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*nodnod* I can see that. In most of his stories I think there's enough humore to balance it out, but it's true that at times he's pretty purely dark. However, that's partially what makes me think Gigi would enjoy him.

You also read the worst three volumes of Sandman and stopped just when it was starting to get good. *grin* If you're ever inclined I'd recommend volume seven, that's by far the best one because it has tons of Delirium.


Date: 2007-09-17 02:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Little girls, this seems to say, Never stop upon your way.
Never trust a stranger-friend; No one knows how it will end.
As you're pretty, so be wise; Wolves may lurk in every guise.
Handsome they may be, and kind, Gay, or charming never mind!
Now, as then, 'tis simple truth...
Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth!

Date: 2007-09-17 07:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I like this poem. Did you make it yourself?


Date: 2007-09-17 07:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Haha. No, I'm not talented with words.

It's "Le Petit Chaperon Rouge" by Charles Perrault (translated by S.R. Littlewood)

It was used in the (extremely weird) movie "In the Company of Wolves" which was based on a story in "The Bloody Chamber" by Angela Carter. The movie is more entertaining than the story, actually.

Date: 2007-09-18 01:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
What is that movie about? It makes me think of Little Red Riding Hood.


Date: 2007-09-18 03:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It is sort of about little red riding hood. But a LOT more dark and surreal.
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