Confession of the Big Bad Wolf

I'd always watched the pretty girl go walking through the woods, off to visit grannie's house, a basket full of goods. Her crimson coat was thick and soft and bespoke her wealth and money, gold-digging "friends" surrounded her like bees surround their honey. I'd always envied what they had; good food, nice clothes and shelter. I had lived in alleyways, my life was helter-skelter. That day I hadn't found a meal and saw her walking by. I approached her slowly, begging for the smallest piece of pie. She could have said, "I'm sorry, but these pies are for my gran.", instead she glared disgustedly, screamed "gutter-trash", and ran. That little brat, she had to learn how not to be a priss. I followed her into the woods, she thought nothing was amiss. I stealthily surpassed her and her well-to-do slow gait, I reached her gran's before her, sometime around, say, eight. Her gran was sweet, naive old gal, she let me in her home. I knocked her out with a flower vase, a hard crack to her dome. Her pulse said she was living, so I tied her mouth and hands, and locked her in the pantry with the pots and plates and pans. I walked into the bedroom and fell upon the bed, it was the softest thing upon which I'd ever laid my head. I'd been sitting getting comfy when the spoiled girl arrived, I didn't really have the time to find a better place to hide. I ducked under the covers, so she'd think me not awake. And that is when the little girl made her final poor mistake. She walked into the room with me, must have thought I was her gran. I slowly reached down to the floor and found an old bed pan. I'll spare you gory details after I smacked her round the head, let's just say an hour later she was glad to join the dead. I took up the pastry basket and tried on her cozy hood, the crimson hid the bloodstains so I know I still looked good. I sat down at the table and ate all the food in sight, then went back to the comfy bed to settle for the night. At some point during all my fun, I'd forgotten about poor granny, she had gotten out through a window I hadn't noticed in the pantry. She called you cops, you all showed up, put a hunting axe through the door. Next thing I know, its "off the bed and knees down on the floor". So I confess I killed the girl, but I don't think it's that bad, if she was even worth her gold, she wouldn't have made me mad.