Once upon a time there were three
brothers. These brothers were not ordinary brothers, for they lived in
the land of Grimm.
The oldest brother was named Harold. The second brother was named Wilbur,
and the third was named Oliver. When he had come of age, Harold went out
into the world and decided to live on his own. Now, everybody in the land of Grimm has an odd obsession
with knowing everything about everybody, and they feel the necessity of putting
it in writing. Hence, these three brothers, although very different in
nature, kept in close contact with each other through letters.
Dear Wilbur,
I am getting along fine. Yesterday I put
in a good day’s walk of two miles. Then, I fell down, exhausted, on the
roadside. As I lay there, munching on some eggshells, a man came hobbling
up the road pulling a load of straw. “
“Just the thing for building a house!” I cried
in astonishment and glee. I opened my wallet and took the straw off him for a
ridiculously small amount. I believe the old fellow would have given them
to me for half what I offered, but I couldn’t let him think that I was being
charitable. So, I pulled the load of straw out, bought myself a little
piece of land, and here I am.
My house is almost finished, and then I am
done with working for a very long time.
Yours,
Harold
Dear Harold,
Wouldn’t you know? You and I are
neighbors! Yes, old fellow. I too can make my mark on the
world! I had as good luck as you did. I was able to get a load of
sticks someone had left on the side of the road. I bought a piece of
land, and it adjoins your property. Think what fun we’ll have and what
parties we shall throw! I wonder if old Oliver will have the luck we’ve
had.
Yours,
Wilbur
Dear Wilbur,
Thank you for your letter. I appreciate
your taking the time to write to me, as I’m sure you are very busy looking for
work and building your house. I have made living arrangements and I have
found a good piece of land near yours and Harold’s. It is good land, and
I plan to raise some crops on it.
I’ve started construction on my house, and it
should be done in about a month. I shall stay at home until it is ready,
while I research my crops and purchase some seed. I hope that your
business endeavors are going well. You didn’t mention your present occupation.
I would be very interested to hear of it in your next letter.
I am going to be quite busy the next few
weeks, so please forgive me if you don’t hear from me for a time.
Sincerely yours,
Oliver
Dear Oliver,
What a silly boy you are! Wilbur tells
me you’ve been filling your time with lengthy business preparations and anxiety
about your crops. Relax and enjoy yourself! Celebrate your entrance
into the world. It’s really not a Grimm world, like some think.
I am planning a party on the third.
Please take a day off and come! It’s to be quite an affair.
Yours,
Harold
Dear Harold and Wilbur,
I am sending a joint letter, to warn you both
that we have reason to believe that Mr. B.B. Wolf is in the vicinity.
Take care not to go out after dark, and lock your doors when you come in.
I am planning to have a tunnel made between our three houses, so that, in case
of emergency, we can rendezvous at my place.
Yours,
Oliver
Although Harold and Wilbur ignored Oliver,
B.B. Wolf was in fact ‘in the vicinity.’ He had an odd characteristic of
showing up right when three brothers happened to go into the world. He
planned to tackle the brothers one at a time, saving the youngest (and most
satisfying, he thought) for last.
One day, as Oliver was going over his
accounts, he received a letter written in a scrawl, full of blots and an air of
panic.
Dear Olivr,
You’l never gess what happened! B.B.
Wolf shoed up at Harold’s lst night, and he threatned to consme him
mercilessly!! Harold bolted his dor, but B.B. just sneezed, and the whole
bale of hay came tumbling dwn! Harold was able to use the tunel, but it was a
clse call. He will be living at my place, thoh, it is ratherr snug.
Take care,
Harold and Wilbur
That night, Oliver was awakened out of sleep
with a bang. He sprang out of bed and flung open the latch to the tunnel
door. He beheld Harold and Wilbur, knees quaking with panic. They
were so shaken that they couldn’t talk, so they sat down and wrote him a letter.
Dear Olivr,
What a scre we’v had! B.B. Wolf came to
Wilbur’s door. He demnded entrance, but we said nay. Howvr, he
persisted, so we used the tunnel, but just after he had yawned and set the
whole house crshing down!
What shall we do?
Harold and Wilbur
Oliver was about to speak, but was interrupted
by pounding on the door. It was the wolf, who was very hungry by this
time, and was anxious to do away with the three pigs. Oliver slowly
smiled as he set a pot of water to boil.
Harold and Wilbur could only write:
R U CRZY?
He walked complacently to his door and said,
“We have nothing to do with you, sir. We do not take kindly to strangers
pounding on our door in the middle of the night and shaking us out of bed, so
please leave my premises, or I will be bound to call the huntsman, who will
dispatch you as he did your cousin, when he tried to devour Little Red.”
B.B. listened in astonishment. He was not used to this flagrant
disrespect of his quite prideful personage. He expected a squeal of
terror, such as he usually got from the pig families. This disconcerted
him. He could not sneeze or yawn down the house, as it was a very sturdy
structure. Hence, he climbed to the rooftop and jumped down the only
opening that Oliver hadn’t filled, which was the chimney. This was quite
stupid of the wolf, for as soon as he landed, he fell in the pot of water
boiling for tea. Wolves have learned to adjust to their frequent falls
into pots of boiling water set out for them by slightly cleverer younger
brother pigs however, so he soon regained composure and walked towards the pigs
with disgust and hunger. Just as he came upon them, Oliver whistled and
the huntsman jumped out from a closet. He fell on the wolf and stabbed
him, putting an end to B.B. Wolf.
Now, the moral for this story is, as Harold and Wilbur learned, do not neglect
working hard. Have a plan in place before you leave home to enter the
world. Avoid men with sticks and straw, build sturdy houses, and make
sure to hire your own private huntsman.
By: Siobhan aka Stella
(14)
Grade: 10