To think that all this time we've gotten it wrong! In the
very words of Alfred T. Wolf, he has suffered for years
under the misnomer "Big, Bad", when the truth is that the
whole brouhaha is the result of a borrowed cup of sugar and
a few random sneezes (sounds like the allergy alibi to me).
"Nobody knows the real story,
because nobody has ever heard
my side of the story."
May it please the court, Mr. Wolf is only guilty of trying
to borrow a cup of sugar in good faith, caught in exigent
circumstances beyond his control. That the first neighbor's
house (Pig #1) is made of straw only occasions a fit of
sneezing, leading to the pigs demise, followed by an equally
unfortunate visit to Pig #2, with similar results. And still
no cup of sugar! By the time the intrepid Wolf approaches
Pig #3, the allergy excuse has worn thin and a fit of temper
lands A.T. Wolf behind bars. True to form, the press makes a
mountain out of a molehill, blowing the whole story out of
proportion in an effort to garner ratings. Hence, the
slanderous name of Big, Bad Wolf!
The real story. I was framed."
This imaginative perspective on a familiar fairy tale is a
delight to read, if a bit self-aggrandizing, the inimitable
illustrations of Lane Smith making the case for one very
misguided lupine willing to go to any lengths for a little
free press. You be the judge.