Three Women and a Wolf — A Clever Retelling of Strength and Boundaries

Once, in a quiet village tucked between rolling hills and whispering woods, there lived three identical sisters named Paula, Penny, and Pam. They had lived together in the same cozy house all their lives and, by their own rule, had never married nor ever allowed a man to cross their threshold.

The villagers knew the sisters well—always seen together in matching pink dresses with flowers in their hair, strolling arm in arm through the cobbled streets. Everyone in the village was familiar, so whenever a stranger arrived, they were immediately noticed. And so it was when Mr. Wolf came to town.

Mr. Wolf was a tall, slim gentleman, dressed sharply in a dark blue suit. His hair was a thick, glossy brown, and his grin revealed rows of perfectly white, unnervingly sharp teeth. He carried himself with charm and grace, but there was something in his twinkling eyes that made people cautious—everyone except the three sisters.

One morning, as the sisters scurried down the street, chatting in their bright, high voices, they collided directly with Mr. Wolf. He caught his footing gracefully and offered them a deep bow.

“Good day, ladies,” he said with a charming smile. “I am Mr. Wolf. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

The sisters blushed, unable to ignore his striking appearance and dazzling grin.

“Hello, Mr. Wolf,” they chorused.

“I’m Paula,” said the sister with a yellow flower in her hair.

“I’m Penny,” said the one with the red flower.

“And I’m Pam,” finished the sister with the blue flower.

The sisters giggled, flustered by the encounter, and continued on their way. Mr. Wolf watched them go, his grin lingering.

A few days later, Mr. Wolf appeared at the sisters’ doorstep. He knocked politely, his large hand tapping gently against the wooden door. Paula answered, opening it just a small crack.

“Good evening, Paula,” Mr. Wolf said smoothly. “Might I come inside and pay a proper visit?”

Paula shook her head shyly. “Oh no, Mr. Wolf, we do not allow men into our home.”

Mr. Wolf’s smile tightened, but he managed to keep his temper. With a courteous nod, he kissed the air near Paula’s cheek and walked away, though irritation gnawed at him.

The next evening, Mr. Wolf returned. This time, Penny answered the door, peeking through a gap even narrower than Paula’s.

“Good evening, Penny,” Mr. Wolf greeted. “May I come inside tonight?”

Penny giggled nervously. “Oh no, Mr. Wolf, we do not allow men into our home.”

His smile faltered slightly, but he reached into his pocket and, with a theatrical flourish, presented a sparkling diamond ring. He left it on the doorstep and departed, his patience wearing thin.

On the third night, Mr. Wolf returned again, now carrying a peculiar gift. Pam, with her blue flower, answered this time, barely opening the door at all.

“Good evening, Pam. May I come inside?”

Pam gave the same reply, “Oh no, Mr. Wolf, we do not allow men into our home.”

Now Mr. Wolf could no longer hide his frustration. Scowling, he thrust a tiny squealing piglet into Pam’s hands. “A gift for you,” he snapped before turning sharply and vanishing into the night.

Days passed, and the sisters, though puzzled by the piglet and gifts, assumed Mr. Wolf had given up. But after a week, he returned once more, knocking forcefully. This time, all three sisters answered the door together, still wearing their pink dresses and flowers in their hair.

“Hello, Mr. Wolf,” they said together.

Mr. Wolf’s grin returned, but his voice was edged with impatience. “Good evening, Paula, Penny, and Pam. May I please come in this time?”

The sisters replied in unison, their tones polite but firm. “Oh no, Mr. Wolf, we do not allow men into our home.”

At last, Mr. Wolf’s temper broke. His eyes glinted with fury as he raised his voice. “If you do not let me in, I will shout and bang until I knock your house down!”

But the sisters were unfazed. Without hesitation, they shut the door in his face.

What happened next, the village still whispers about to this day. Some say Mr. Wolf ranted and raved outside their door, kicking and howling under the light of the full moon. Others say he stomped away, humiliated, never to be seen again. And some even claim that when the sisters opened the door the next morning, all that was left on the step was a heap of fur, a set of sharp white teeth, and the echo of a defeated growl.

Moral of the Story

True strength lies in standing your ground. Those who seek to force their way into your life with charm or threats reveal their true nature when refused.