Justin Carver
Ellie May lived in a small ole town called Jonas and had a mean ole hound. Ellie May would take Jake out huntin' ever night and boy was he good. He could tree a coon before you knowed it and make that coon beg for mercy. Jake wasn't that nice neither, he would just a sit and howl to be howlin'. You couldn't make much sense of him, but Ellie loved him anyhow. Jake had a nice house out back filled with rich cedar shavins that made Jake smell just like cedar. He would sit and roll in the shavins and stir up an awful mess. Each day Ellie would tread out, most days with snow up to her knees to feed Jake the scraps left from supper. Jake would usually growl at her and show them ugly teeth that were as orange as a punkin. Jake knew his limits with Ellie' cause she just as soon whip him than to let him be hateful. But to most people, Jake was just plain ole mean. He was tied with a chain that connected his collar to a pole close to the hound house. Ellie was going to her maw's one evenin' and shook her fanger at Jake and protested, “Boy, if you get gone, you'll be a hurtin' when I find ya.” Jake barked and kinda let his tongue hang out lettin his slobber hang down to the ground.
The minute Ellie pulled out of the holler, Jake was gone. He knew he could leave and be back in time for Ellie. He turned and twisted' til his collar loosened up, and just like that he was free. Jake had a scent a commin' from the holler of trees through the field. Somethin' wasn't right he had three different smells coming from the same place. This only made Jake more eager to snatch and chase some coons. As his tail started waggin' and his nose started sniffin', Jake galloped and ran across the snow-covered field to the patch of trees. The first tree he came to he smelled a big fat coon that was going to be a good find for Ellie. He saw that coon a sittin' on a limb just a hissin' at him. Jake got mad, real mad. He howled, growled, scratched and jumped at that coon.
“If ya know whats best, you'll come down easy!” growled Jake.
“Bugger Off, you wretched fool” protested the coon.
“You're a crusin' for a bruisin'. Come on down for these claws will be a clawin,” said Jake. As the coon ignored Jake, Jake got mad and started a clawin'. His claws were so fierce that the Oak tree that was home to the coon seemed like puddy. Jake slowly started climbin' the tree after the coon. Scared to death, the coon leaped from his limb like a flyin' squirrel and was off like lightnin' to the closet tree. “Dang IT!” thought Jake. He reckoned he would have to chase it. As Jake caught the sneaky coon's trail he caught another smell. As he came acrost the next tree, he cocked his head back, and danged if it weren't that other coon with another coon, much smaller.
“Well, if it ain't sneaky and his friend. Two times better,” howled Jake.
“I ain't going to tell you any more, come down or the both of yuins are gonna get it!”
“Like I stated before, fool, Bugger OFF,” hissed both coons. Jake's powers seemed even better this go around than last time. His claws seemed to be ice picks, and he started makin' his way up the ole tree. Scared, the two coons leaped for life and scurried along. Mean ole Jake had gotten out-smarted again.
Fit to be tied, Jake went back on the war path a huntin' for these two coons that were going to be great for supper. The smell of coon was in the air, and Jake didn't know whether to be mad or starved. These vittles were going to make for a good fixin' at the supper table. As Jake follered the trail, he came across this ole house with a large feeder outside the porch. On top of that feeder weren't two coons but three coons a sittin' there just lookin' down at Jake like he was the prey.
“Third times the charm, I'm a gonna rip you three from one hairball to the other, and you best believe that,” declared Jake with determination.
“Make our day,” said the newest coon, who was clever as a cat. As Jake started to make his way up the feeder, his claws seemed to slip and slide down the feeder. This feeder was restin' on a medal pole. It seemed that this time that the coons had out-played him. As Jake slipped up and down the pole, the coons was laughin' and makin' faces at Jake.
At the time that Jake was ready to explode, he heard a rumblin' down at home. Ellie was makin' her way up the gravel road with the dust a boilin' behind her. Jake knew he was in deep trouble. Not only was he gone from the house, but he had missed not one or two, BUT THREE coons! Jake looked back at the coons and growled one last time cause he knew he would get them one day. Jake ran down the field like the wind and slide sideways to get to his house. Just in the nick of time, Jake had beat Ellie to his house.
Ellie came up and said, “Well, maybe you're a changin' Jake, my little hateful buddy listened to me for once.” Jake growled back and still showed those yeller teeth and knew that for once in his life, he had been out-smarted. But he knew that the next cold night Ellie took him a huntin', them three coons would be his leftover supper and boy was it gonna be GOOD!!
Fairy Tale Transformation
The Three Little Pigs