Question
rewrite Cinderella from the villain's perspective. (write like an 8th grader simply in 2 paragraphs)
Here is an example: The True Story of the Three Little Pigs
"Everybody knows the story of the Three Little Pigs. Or
at least they think they do. But I'll let you in on a little
secret. Nobody knows the real story, because nobody
has ever heard my side of the story. I'm Alexander T.
Wolf. You can call me Al. I don't know how this whole
Big Bad Wolf thing got started, but it's all wrong. Maybe
it's because of our diet. Hey, it's not my fault wolves eat
cute little animals like bunnies and sheep and pigs. That's just the way we are. If
cheeseburgers were cute, folks would probably think you were Big and Bad too. But like
I was saying, the whole big bad wolf thing is all wrong. The real story is about a sneeze
and a cup of sugar.
THIS IS THE REAL STORY.
Way back in Once Upon a Time Time, I was making a birthday cake for my dear old
granny. I had a terrible sneezing cold. I ran out of sugar. So, I walked down the street to
ask my neighbor for a cup of sugar. Now this neighbor was a pig. And he wasn't too
bright either. He had built his whole house out of straw. Can you believe it? I mean who
in his right mind would build a house of straw? So of course, the minute I knocked on
the door, it fell right in. I didn't want to just walk into someone else's house. So, I
called, "Little Pig, Little Pig, are you in?" No answer. I was just about to go home
without the cup of sugar for my dear old granny's birthday cake.
That's when my nose started to itch. I felt a sneeze coming on. Well I huffed. And I
snuffed. And I sneezed a great sneeze.
And you know what? The whole darn straw house fell down. And right in the middle of
the pile of straw was the First Little Pig - dead as a doornail. He had been home the
whole time. It seemed like a shame to leave a perfectly good ham dinner lying there in
the straw. So, I ate it up. Think of it as a cheeseburger just lying there. I was feeling a
little better. But I still didn't have my cup of sugar. So, I went to the next neighbor's
house. This neighbor was the First Little Pig's brother. He was a little smarter, but not
much. He has built his house of sticks. I rang the bell on the stick house. Nobody
answered. I called, "Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?" He yelled back. “Go away wolf. You
can't come in. I'm shaving the hairs on my shinny chin chin."
I had just grabbed the doorknob when I felt another sneeze coming on. I huffed. And I
snuffed. And I tried to cover my mouth, but I sneezed a great sneeze.
And you are not going to believe this, but the guy's house fell down just like his
brother's. When the dust cleared, there was the Second Little Pig - dead as a doornail.
Wolf's honor. Now you know food will spoil if you just leave it out in the open. So, I did
the only thing there was to do. I had dinner again. Think of it as a second helping. I was
getting awfully full. But my cold was feeling a little better. And I still didn't have that
cup of sugar for my dear old granny's birthday cake. So, I went to the next house. This
guy was the First and Second Little Pig's brother. He must have been the brains of the
family. He had built his house of bricks. I knocked on the brick house. No answer. I
called, "Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?" And do you know what that rude little porker
answered? "Get out of here, Wolf. Don't bother me again."
Talk about impolite! He probably had a whole sackful of sugar. And he wouldn't give
me even one little cup for my dear sweet old granny's birthday cake. What a pig!
I was just about to go home and maybe make a nice birthday card instead of a cake,
when I felt my cold coming on. I huffed And I snuffed. And I sneezed once again.
Then the Third Little Pig yelled, " And your old granny can sit on a pin!" Now I'm
usually a pretty calm fellow. But when somebody talks about my granny like that, I go a
Little crazy. When the cops drove up, of course I was trying to break down this Pig's
door. And the whole time I was huffing and puffing and sneezing and making a real
scene.
The rest as they say is history.
The news reporters found out about the two pigs I had for dinner. They figured a sick
guy going to borrow a cup of sugar didn't sound very exciting.
So, they jazzed up the story with all of that "Huff and puff and blow your house down"
And they made me the Big Bad Wolf. That's it the real story. I was framed. "
Here is an example: The True Story of the Three Little Pigs
"Everybody knows the story of the Three Little Pigs. Or
at least they think they do. But I'll let you in on a little
secret. Nobody knows the real story, because nobody
has ever heard my side of the story. I'm Alexander T.
Wolf. You can call me Al. I don't know how this whole
Big Bad Wolf thing got started, but it's all wrong. Maybe
it's because of our diet. Hey, it's not my fault wolves eat
cute little animals like bunnies and sheep and pigs. That's just the way we are. If
cheeseburgers were cute, folks would probably think you were Big and Bad too. But like
I was saying, the whole big bad wolf thing is all wrong. The real story is about a sneeze
and a cup of sugar.
THIS IS THE REAL STORY.
Way back in Once Upon a Time Time, I was making a birthday cake for my dear old
granny. I had a terrible sneezing cold. I ran out of sugar. So, I walked down the street to
ask my neighbor for a cup of sugar. Now this neighbor was a pig. And he wasn't too
bright either. He had built his whole house out of straw. Can you believe it? I mean who
in his right mind would build a house of straw? So of course, the minute I knocked on
the door, it fell right in. I didn't want to just walk into someone else's house. So, I
called, "Little Pig, Little Pig, are you in?" No answer. I was just about to go home
without the cup of sugar for my dear old granny's birthday cake.
That's when my nose started to itch. I felt a sneeze coming on. Well I huffed. And I
snuffed. And I sneezed a great sneeze.
And you know what? The whole darn straw house fell down. And right in the middle of
the pile of straw was the First Little Pig - dead as a doornail. He had been home the
whole time. It seemed like a shame to leave a perfectly good ham dinner lying there in
the straw. So, I ate it up. Think of it as a cheeseburger just lying there. I was feeling a
little better. But I still didn't have my cup of sugar. So, I went to the next neighbor's
house. This neighbor was the First Little Pig's brother. He was a little smarter, but not
much. He has built his house of sticks. I rang the bell on the stick house. Nobody
answered. I called, "Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?" He yelled back. “Go away wolf. You
can't come in. I'm shaving the hairs on my shinny chin chin."
I had just grabbed the doorknob when I felt another sneeze coming on. I huffed. And I
snuffed. And I tried to cover my mouth, but I sneezed a great sneeze.
And you are not going to believe this, but the guy's house fell down just like his
brother's. When the dust cleared, there was the Second Little Pig - dead as a doornail.
Wolf's honor. Now you know food will spoil if you just leave it out in the open. So, I did
the only thing there was to do. I had dinner again. Think of it as a second helping. I was
getting awfully full. But my cold was feeling a little better. And I still didn't have that
cup of sugar for my dear old granny's birthday cake. So, I went to the next house. This
guy was the First and Second Little Pig's brother. He must have been the brains of the
family. He had built his house of bricks. I knocked on the brick house. No answer. I
called, "Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?" And do you know what that rude little porker
answered? "Get out of here, Wolf. Don't bother me again."
Talk about impolite! He probably had a whole sackful of sugar. And he wouldn't give
me even one little cup for my dear sweet old granny's birthday cake. What a pig!
I was just about to go home and maybe make a nice birthday card instead of a cake,
when I felt my cold coming on. I huffed And I snuffed. And I sneezed once again.
Then the Third Little Pig yelled, " And your old granny can sit on a pin!" Now I'm
usually a pretty calm fellow. But when somebody talks about my granny like that, I go a
Little crazy. When the cops drove up, of course I was trying to break down this Pig's
door. And the whole time I was huffing and puffing and sneezing and making a real
scene.
The rest as they say is history.
The news reporters found out about the two pigs I had for dinner. They figured a sick
guy going to borrow a cup of sugar didn't sound very exciting.
So, they jazzed up the story with all of that "Huff and puff and blow your house down"
And they made me the Big Bad Wolf. That's it the real story. I was framed. "
Answers
GPT-4o mini
Everybody knows the story of Cinderella, right? The charming girl who gets her prince and lives happily ever after. But what about me, Lady Tremaine, Cinderella's stepmother? Nobody ever asks how I feel about it! Honestly, I never meant to be a villain; I just wanted what was best for my daughters. Cinderella was always flaunting her beauty and getting all the attention, while my girls tried so hard to impress. It was a tough situation. Sure, I might have been a bit harsh, but have you ever tried dealing with a girl who doesn’t lift a finger around the house while my daughters were cleaning up after her?
And don’t get me started on that ridiculous ball! Every time I turned around, Cinderella was sneaking off, and somehow, she always ended up being the center of attention. And let’s be honest, it was unfair! The prince barely even looked at my daughters, and when Cinderella showed up in that dress, it was like she cast a spell on everyone. I just wanted to give my girls a chance to shine, but instead, I got painted as the wicked stepmother. All I wanted was to see my daughters happy—was that really so wrong? In the end, it seems I’m just the villain in a fairy tale no one cares to see from my point of view.
And don’t get me started on that ridiculous ball! Every time I turned around, Cinderella was sneaking off, and somehow, she always ended up being the center of attention. And let’s be honest, it was unfair! The prince barely even looked at my daughters, and when Cinderella showed up in that dress, it was like she cast a spell on everyone. I just wanted to give my girls a chance to shine, but instead, I got painted as the wicked stepmother. All I wanted was to see my daughters happy—was that really so wrong? In the end, it seems I’m just the villain in a fairy tale no one cares to see from my point of view.