The Secret Pages: Wolf

I was not happy when I saw
the wolf ahead of me,
as I walked through the forest to
my grandma’s house for tea.

I’d heard the scary stories told
by both my mum and dad:
the outlook for my grandma, and
for me, was very bad.

I clutched my basket very tight,
between the wolf and me,
and wondered if I had the time
to clamber up a tree.

The wolf stood up, pulled off his hat
and held it in his paw.
‘Please tell,’ he said, ‘the whys and wheres
and whats you’re going for.’

My parents said I must not lie,
whatever risks there be.
‘I’m walking through the forest to
my grandma’s house for tea.’

‘The basket you are carrying
looks very trim and neat,
and from the smell I’m sure you have
delicious things to eat.’

I nodded. ‘Yes, a flask of tea,
a jelly and a ham.’
He smiled, and I could see his teeth.
‘I’m hungry, yes I am.’

‘Well, I could spare a mug of tea
and then a slice of ham,
and maybe half the jelly. See
how generous I am.’

He growled. ‘You girls in riding hoods
are all the flipping same:
one story from your doting dad
and I’m the one to blame.

‘I do not want a mug of tea,
I do not want your ham;
and you can keep the jelly. See
how generous I am.’

I stared at him. ‘Then why did you
step from behind that tree
as I walked through the forest to
my grandma’s house for tea.’

He sighed. ‘A mere coincidence,
I’m hunting down three pigs.
I’ve chased them from a house of straw
then from a house of twigs.’

‘So why the interest in my food?
You gave me quite a fright.’
‘Why did you have to think the worst?
I’m only being polite.’

I hung my head. ‘I am ashamed
to think suspiciously
while walking through the forest to
my grandma’s house for tea.’

‘He sighed and said, ‘Don’t worry, miss,
I must be on my way.’
He would have gone, but I called out
‘Dear Wolf, you have to stay.

‘Your huff and puff are set to fail;
the house of bricks is strong.
Please don’t go down the chimney as
your plan will go all wrong.’

He laughed. ‘They’re only little pigs.
What damage could they do?’
I shuddered. ‘Wolf, the stories say
they turn you into stew.’

He howled. ‘The fiends. Such evil pigs
to boil me in a pan.
I’m going to starve’ ‘No, no,’ I said,
I think I have a plan.

‘We’ll both go to the house of bricks,
but you stay out of sight.
I’ll cry and hammer on their door
and say I’ve had a fright.’

‘You really are a clever girl,’
he happily replied.
‘They’ll open up the door for you
then I can jump inside.

‘But won’t your gran be worried if
you’re so long on your walk?’
I winked. ‘No need to worry, my
dear grandma loves roast pork.’


She served them up with roasties
and spears of broccoli,
the day the wolf and I went to
my grandma’s house for tea.