Goldilocks and the Three Pigs

I love the idea of taking well-known stories and fairy tales and changing them. I was first inspired by this at university, where I read The Company of Wolves by Angela Carter. This is a much more sinister take on Little Red Riding Hood. I love this idea of making the innocent into a twisted tale of warped experience.

I am also interested in a lot of fan-fiction that blends two famous ideas together. Like Harry Potter and Percy Jackson (which my boyfriend’s sister is quite obsessed with). I wanted to try this too… as there are so many great stories and character already out there that can be experimented with to make  new ideas.

This story, as you’ve guessed, is a mixture of these two ideas. It is incomplete as of yet, as I am still wondering where to take it.

Goldilocks and the Three Pigs
With her blonde, curly hair blowing in the breeze, Goldilocks strolled down the lane leading from the bottom of her garden. She was finally allowed out again. She had been grounded since the bear incident. She was a curious, inquisitive girl and it always got her into trouble. She had only wanted to see the three bears’ house and exploring their various chairs and beds had been fun! The porridge had been disgusting though! Yes, her parents hadn’t been happy with her and she hadn’t been allowed to leave the house on her own, until that moment.

She had permission to walk into town and buy some sweets from the local, traditional sweet shop. All children saved their pocket-money in order to buy a small bag of sweets from there at the weekend. They tasted great and were brilliant value for money. Goldilocks had been warned, though, to steer clear of the local wolf. The wolf was a nasty creature, who came after animals and humans. Under no circumstances should Goldilocks talk to the wolf, her parents ordered. The wolf tended to focus on certain groups or families at a time and make their lives a misery. A while ago it had been a local family who had a daughter with a red cape. That hadn’t ended well. Goldilocks wasn’t scared though and the town was busy so surely nothing could happen?

As she came close to the main high street, she realised she had forgotten her pocket-money! How could she buy sweets without any money? She felt very upset and froze on the spot and started to cry a little. She also felt annoyed at herself and very sad that she couldn’t get her sweets. Then, she saw a flash of dark, grey fur out of the corner of her left eye. It was the wolf! He had crept around the corner and was now stood next to her on the pavement. Goldilocks quickly hit her running tears away and obediently turned away as not to speak to the wolf.
‘Little girl, stay and listen to me,’ the wolf purred.
‘I have to go. I have no money and my Mum and Dad said I can’t talk to you’, Goldilocks babbled.
‘Well, I don’t know your parents and I don’t think they know me, so it seems a little unfair for them to say that, don’t you think?’ he said in a sickly, sweet voice.
‘That is true’, Goldilocks agreed ‘but I don’t know you either and I shouldn’t speak to people I don’t know.’
This girl was cleverer than the wolf has anticipated. He would have to be extra sneaky to gain her trust and win her over.
‘Shame about your money,’ he said, changing the subject. ‘The sweets are amazing from that shop at the end of the road.’
‘Yes, that’s what I was meant to be getting,’ Goldilocks said glumly.
‘Well, what would you say if I bought you all the sweets you could eat? If you do a little job for me?’ the wolf was almost whispering by this point.
The little girl’s face had lit up when he said this but by the end of his suggestion, her expression was just full of confusion.
‘Let me explain,’ he spoke calmly, ‘there are three pigs, who have been spreading rumours about me. They are three brothers and the rumours are probably the reason your parents warned you against me. The Hamsons, they are called. I want to teach them a lesson but they always keep a good look out for me. They would never suspect you. The youngest brother, Porky, has just made himself a house of straw. I want to destroy it.’
The curly haired girl trembled and fear came into her eyes. ‘I can’t do anything bad, I’ll get into trouble.’ She mumbled.
‘Your parents would never know and neither would anyone else.’ The wolf soothed.
‘Then why don’t you do it if no one will know? You just said, they won’t recognise me so you must be thinking they will see me!’ Exclaimed the fearful girl, who wished she had run home for her money the moment she had realised. At the exact same moment, the wolf was feeling rather irritated at the girl’s intelligence and wished that he had approached someone a little more naive like the Jones’ girl who lives near the woods. Another girl in a red hood, like the one he had captured last month, would have been ideal too.
‘Well they would know it was you about the house, but they wouldn’t know you had done anything wrong. I can’t even go near their houses without them calling the town police.’ He said as calmly as ever.
‘Oh right,’ she said, still seeming a little unsure. ‘What would I have to do?’ She looked very nervous that the wolf would have felt sympathy, if he was capable of that feeling that is. ‘Would I have to set the house on fire?’ She asked. The wolf’s eyes lit up as the fire would. He hadn’t even thought of that!
‘Well yes, I think that would be the best way. I would try and blow it over but I’m getting old now and don’t have a lot of puff.’ He winked at her accompanied with a smug smile.
Goldilocks looked terrified but didn’t want to make the wolf angry and she really wanted the sweets! Plus if he bought her lots she could take some home to Mum and Dad and they would be happy with her too.
‘So are you in?’ Asked the wolf, trying not be too insistent, which could scare the girl away.

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