Big Green Woodsman (Little Red Riding Hood Story - Different Perspective)

Big Green Woodsman

It was a nice sunny day outside, the air blowing a soothing wind, the leaves wrestling from the trees and bushes giving off a relaxing sound, and the weather was just right. Not too hot, not too cold. Perfect to be chopping down small trees with the Big Green Woodsman. The Woodsman chopped down trees for a living, using his Axe to cut them down and gathering the wood. Selling them off so homes could be made.

Day in, day out, rain, or shine. He grabbed his trusty axe off his wall and set out into the forest. Chopping down those trees as hard and as fast as possible. Firmly gripping the handle of his axe and swinging endlessly until the tree would finally collapse as he would say, “TIMBURR,” after a hard work day. Although he wasn’t just a woodcutter, he was also a hunter. In order to survive living in the forest, he had to hunt animals for food. Although his house was relatively close to a lake, he was no fisherman. Anything he would go into the forest looking for wild animals to hunt. He carried his Bow and Arrows, and a Knife for good measure, just in case anything were to get too close, he could protect himself. The woodsman’s accuracy would get better and better with each kill he would get, earning him his dinner.

One day, when he was up and about doing his usual wood cutting, chopping down about 2 trees by now, wandering about. When he heard a sketchy wrestle in some nearby bushes, he turned around and saw a couple of bushes wrestling in a weird way, shaking violently from one bush to another. The woodsman pulled out his knife as he slowly tip-toed his way towards the bush proceeding with caution, his toes landing slowly on the ground to prevent making a single sound. When he looked over the bushes to see what it was, he saw an Old Lady tied up, panicking trying to set herself free but to no avail. The woodsman’s eyes widened in shock as he jumped over the bushes to cut the ropes and set her free, “Oh my god! What happened to you? Why were you all tied up!?”

The Old Lady could only panic like she seemed worried about something, before she could even thank the Woodsman for freeing her, she said,
“My Granddaughter is in danger!!”

Realizing the danger, the woodsman quickly asked, “Where is your granddaughter!?”

As if right on cue they heard a scream close by. The Grandmother picked herself up off the ground as the woodsman just booked it through the forest as fast as he could, with all the strength he could muster into his legs like he was getting ready to wrestle with a grizzly bear, following the sounds of the girl’s cries as she yelled, “HELP ME! WOLF!! WOLF!!”, turning into whimpers and tears.

When the Woodsman arrived at the scene, he saw the girl in a red hood curling up next to a tree and some logs, looking horrified and shaking, tears falling down her face in fear as the woodsman spotted the big grey wolf. Growling and slowly walking towards the girl with it’s sharp teeth, drooling in hunger ready to pounce and tear her apart. “You’ll make a fine delicacy my dear..!”, he snickered and growled.

However, before the Wolf could even get so much as a good sniff on her. The woodsman courageously jumped out of the bushes shouting, “OI!! GET AWAY FROM HER YOU CREATIN!!”

Rushing towards the savage beast with 0 hesitation, as if a horde of bulls were rampaging it’s way towards him. Giving the wolf quite a scare as he jumped away, missing the woodsman’s axe as he struck the tree with such force it nearly cut through the tree like meat. The woodsman has been doing this for so long his muscles have developed to the point he could bench press 2 big logs. 

The wolf was about to pounce on the woodsman until the man easily ripped the axe out with ease. The wolf may be a savage animal but he was a sentient creature, and he knew when to back off, so the wolf made a break for his life. However, the woodsman wouldn’t let the wolf off so easily as he pulled out his knife and he threw it at the wolf with such force and speed it was as if he shot an arrow using only his hands. It hit the wolf, piercing his flesh like butter, causing it to stumble over and fall, killing the wolf almost instantly as it laid lifeless on the ground.

The grandmother rushed to her granddaughter in joy, hugging her tightly and rubbing her head. As the woodsman went to the wolf and took his knife out, wiping the blood off of the animal, the Grandmother said to the woodsman, “Thank you so much for saving me and my granddaughter…”, almost with tears in her eyes. The woodsman responded, “It was nothin’ ma’am! Besides, huntin’ animals is part what I do!”

“Would you like to join us for dinner tonight sir?” The grandmother offered in gratitude.

The woodsman humbly replied, “Thanks Ma’am but I’ll pass! Besides, now that I’ve got my new prize, I’ll be cookin’ this wolf up and skin it for dinner!”

“Very well! Feel free to come visit sometime!” The Grandmother said to the Woodsman, giving him a wave goodbye. The woodsman then carried the dead wolf back to his home as he took out the organs and skinned it, removing all the fur for him to make a nice carpet out of, or maybe even a blanket. Ending of the day with a satisfactory meal.