Here is a modern version of an old favorite called “Little Red-Riding-Hood and Omega Wolf Bert.” The story teaches the importance of finding common ground between two opposing forces, empathy, using your survival instincts to help you through dangerous situations, the unpleasantness of name-calling, and the importance of making sincere apologies for wrong intentions and wrong-doing.
Frequently, other kids call Connie Blake by the name of Little Red-Riding-Hood because she regularly wears a red cloak. On her way to bringing muffins to her sick granny, she met an Omega Wolf by the name of Bert. Hoping to be more popular with his wolf pack, Bert hatches a plan to capture Connie. Will Connie survive?
I. Read Communication Skills story: Little Red-Riding-Hood and Omega Wolf Bert
A. Teacher reads story to the class called “Little Red-Riding-Hood and Omega Wolf Bert.”
B. Story Description: Frequently, other kids call Connie Blake by the name of Little Red-Riding-Hood because she regularly wears a red cloak. On her way to bringing muffins to her sick granny, she met an Omega Wolf by the name of Bert. Hoping to be more popular with his wolf pack, Bert hatches a plan to capture Connie. Will Connie survive?
Chapter 1: Stranger Danger Alert: Connie Blake meets Omega Wolf Bert
Connie Blake headed up the path to bring her Granny some fresh-baked muffins from her uncle’s café. She hadn’t walked far when she ran into a wolf.
Connie stopped short. Uncertainly, she said, “Uh, hello, Wolf.”
Surprisingly, the Wolf said, “Hello, Little Red-Riding-Hood.”
Connie was confused. She tried to balance her surprise that this wolf could actually talk with her annoyance at the name-calling. Finally, she said, “Hey, you can talk.”
The Wolf said, “Yeah, what of it?”
Connie said, “Well, it’s just that most wolves can’t talk.”
The Wolf hung his head in embarrassment. “I was the runt of the litter. For some reason, I can talk. Uh, …, my name is Bert.”
Connie said, “My name is not Little-Red-Riding-Hood. It’s Connie.”
Bert said, “So what’s with the cloak?”
It was Connie’s turn to look embarrassed. “I asked my aunt and uncle for a red coat for my birthday. Instead of a normal coat like all the other kids wear, they gave me this riding-hood cloak.”
Bert sniffed hungrily. “So, Connie, what’s in the basket?”
Connie said, “It’s muffins from my uncle’s café. My granny has been sick with the Swine Flu. These are for her.”
Bert said, “Do you have any extra?”
Connie said, “No, sorry.”
Bert knew that if he tried to capture Connie here, somebody from town might hear her scream. He asked, “Where does your granny live?”
Suddenly, Connie remembered her mother’s reminders about ‘Stranger Danger’. She asked, “Why?”
Bert quickly came up with a lie. He said, “Well, if your granny lives near my granny, maybe she could visit.”
Connie said, “My granny lives near Cedar forest.”
Bert said, “Too bad. My granny lives in Alpine forest. Bye.”
Connie shrugged and continued on her way.
Unknown to Connie, Bert hid until Connie was out of sight. Then he ran lickety-split to the only log cabin in Cedar forest.
Chapter 2: Omega Wolf Bert masquerades as Connie’s Granny Blake
When Connie got to Granny Blake’s cabin, she knocked.
She heard a gruff-sounding voice ask, “Who is it?”
Connie called out, “Granny Blake? It’s me, Connie. I’ve brought you some fresh-baked muffins from Selma’s Café.”
You probably have figured out the secret already. Just in case you haven’t, Bert was inside the house pretending to be Connie’s Granny Blake. I wonder when Connie will figure it out.
Bert did his best to sound like Granny Blake. Using a high-pitched voice, he said, “Come in, Connie dear.”
Connie walked into the dark cabin. The shades were drawn. Only one lamp was lit in each room. Connie walked to the bedroom to find her granny lying in bed.
Bert pretending to be Granny Blake said, “Hello, dear. Oh, I see you are wearing that pretty red-riding-hood. Do you like it?”
Connie grumbled, “Kind of. But all the kids make fun of me now. Instead of calling me Connie, they call me Little Red-Riding-Hood. I don’t like the way they laugh at me.”
Bert pretending to be Granny Blake said with feeling, “No, it is no fun to be laughed at. So, did you say you brought me some muffins?”
Connie said, “Yes, I did.” Then she started to walk closer to the bed.
Suddenly, she stopped short. She squinted at her granny. Connie was too proud to wear her glasses since that made the kids call her four-eyes and other mean names. She couldn’t stand all the name-calling.
If Connie hadn’t been so near-sighted, she would have realized that it was Bert lying in that bed wearing her granny’s night clothes rather than her real granny. Would Connie finally realize what was going on before it was too late?
Connie said, “Uh, Granny Blake, that Swine Flu must have made you go through some big changes. I don’t mean to be rude. What big eyes you have now.”
Bert pretending to be Granny Blake said in a high-pitched voice, “Yes, I have had a lot of strange symptoms. Because it happened, I can see you better than I’ve ever seen you before. What else do you notice?”
Connie said, “Uh, Granny Blake, what big ears you have now.”
Bert pretending to be Granny Blake nervously touched his bonnet and realized that his wolf ears were hanging out.
Tucking them back in the best he could, he said, “Yes, now I can hear you better than I’ve ever heard you before.”
Connie said, “Uh, Granny Blake, what a big nose you have now.”
Bert pretending to be Granny Blake said, “Yes, it’s so I can smell you, uh, …, I mean the muffins better than I’ve ever smelled them before. They do smell good.”
Taking the hint, Connie took a step closer. She was just getting ready to hand her granny one of those muffins, when she suddenly realized her granny looked really familiar.
Don’t laugh. I don’t mean she looked like her granny. I mean that Connie finally realized that her granny looked more like Bert.
She took a quick step back. Nervously, she said, “Uh, Granny Blake?”
Bert pretending to be Granny Blake said, “Yes, dear?”
Connie said, “Uh, I’ve never noticed how big your teeth are.”
Bert pretending to be Granny Blake laughed an evil laugh. He reached up, yanked off his bonnet, and said, “It’s so I have an easier time crunching your bones.”
Connie knew that she was going to have to think fast in order to survive.
Chapter 3: Connie’s Inner Wisdom and Ranger Bob to the Rescue
Quickly, Connie reached into her pocket, pulled out her glasses, and put them on. At the same time, she yelled, “Wait a minute. Hold everything!”
Then she looked at the impostor with her all-seeing eyes. She demanded, “Bert, what are you doing dressed up like my granny? What do you want? Besides, where is my real granny?”
Bert said, “Sorry about that, Connie, but I am going to have to take you to my wolf pack.”
Connie asked, “How come?”
Bert sighed, “If I bring them back some fresh young flesh, maybe then they will be nicer to me.”
Connie edged over toward the window. She knew that the park ranger came to visit her granny every day around this time. If she could just keep Bert talking, maybe he would get there in time to come to her rescue. She reached out and opened the window slightly so that their voices would carry better.
Connie asked, “What do you mean, nicer?”
Bert said, “Have you ever heard of an Omega Wolf?”
Connie said, “Yeah, we studied that in school. The Alpha Wolf leaders and the Beta Wolf followers make fun of the Omega Wolf. They sometimes beat him or take away his food. Are you an Omega Wolf?”
Bert said, “Yep! That’s me. Just because I was the runt of the litter, I can talk like a human, and I look funny, they pick on me all the time. So I thought if I could bring them something really tasty to eat, they might treat me better.”
Connie said, “Wow! It sounds like the popular kids and the unpopular kids at school. It’s no fun to be made fun of. By the way, our books say an Omega Wolf is kind of like a Cinderella wolf.”
Bert said, “Who’s Cinderella?”
Connie started telling Bert the longest version of the story of Cinderella that she could come up with. Halfway through her story, there was a knock on the door.
Quickly, Connie yelled, “Come in, Ranger Bob.”
Ranger Bob walked in. When he saw a wolf lying in her granny’s bed, he pulled out his tranquilizer gun. He was shocked when he heard the wolf actually talk and beg, “Please, don’t shoot.”
Ranger Bob stuttered, “You’re a talking wolf. That’s amazing!”
Connie said, “Bert, tell us where my granny is. Did you eat her?”
Bert said, “No, way. I’m not going to eat somebody sick with the Swine Flu. Check the closet.”
Ranger Bob opened up the closet door. There was Granny Blake tied up and gagged on the closet floor.
Connie said, “Bert, I can’t let you use me for food; however, I feel sorry for you. How about you let Ranger Bob take you to either live in a wildlife reserve or a zoo. I bet you would be treated a lot better at one of those places.”
Bert thought and said, “I don’t think I want to live in a wildlife reserve because the other wolves will probably not like me any better than my pack does. I wouldn’t mind living in a zoo. I would get a square meal every day. I also would have a safe place to sleep. I would be treated nice.”
Connie said, “Plus, they could sell tickets to hear you talk. You’d be really popular.”
Bert said, “That would make a nice change. Granny Blake, I’m really sorry for what I did to you.”
The real Granny Blake said, “That’s okay, Bert. I forgive you.”
Bert said, “Connie, I’m sorry for tricking you.”
Connie said, “That’s okay, Bert. I understand.”
Bert asked, “Connie, will you come visit me sometimes?”
Connie said, “Yep, Bert! I’ll come visit you as often as I can get somebody to drive me.”
Bert turned to Ranger Bob and said, “Okay, Ranger Bob. I’m ready to go. See you later, Connie. Thanks!”
Connie called out, “You’re welcome, Bert. I’ll see you soon.”
While Ranger Bob and Bert headed out the door, Granny Blake and Connie sat down to enjoy some fresh-baked muffins and a cup of tea.
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