[ WP/MP ] Write a story reimagining a character from another piece of fiction as down-and-out/washed up/past their prime .

`` You know, sometimes I just do n't *feel* like huffing and puffing. Of course, I do n't have a say in that, or anything really. Warden decides everything: when I sleep, what I eat, when I huff, when I puff, and so on and so on. So because of a few bad decisions in my cub years I have to be a `` scared straight'' experience for little piggies. 
 
 `` Now do n't you get caught up in dealing slop or you'll end up in jail with the Big Bad Wolf!'' 
 
 Warden parades me around, making a big fuss about how I was a public menace and how he got revenge for his brothers in the right and legal way. *Well good for you*, you fat little sack of meat. 
 
 How was I supposed to know that those two pigs were the Warden's brothers? A wolf's got ta eat, it's just nature! I liked it when *I* was the apex predator, now it's just a bunch of fat pigs walking around in suits - literally! 
 
 So every week or so I have to get transported inside this big metal UHAUL looking thing and I have to do stupid stunts for the little brats. You know what that bastard had me do two weeks ago? Instead of a ribbon cutting ceremony, he had me huff and puff and blow the ribbon apart! 
 
 God, I ca n't even keep up with the fat pig anyways, I'm getting old! My lungs just are n't what they used to be. When I ca n't deliver the `` Big Huff and Puff'' I do n't eat for the night! I'm telling you, those fat pork chops were n't worth the crap I've been through. If I could do it again I never would! `` 
 
 
 
 The red camera light flicked off and the lupine figure let out a heavy sigh. It was cut short by a coughing fit. The white background began to be rolled away by short little pigs in jumpsuits bearing the pink insignia of the production company `` PIG.'' 
 
 `` No, what are you doing!? That was utter slop, bring it back! Wolf, get your shit together and make the little cubs of the world frightened!'' The voice came from a dark corner of the room, where a fat pig in a tight suit was sitting cross legged. The cigar in his mouth filled the corner with a grey haze, only penetrated by the light reflecting off his beady red eyes. 
 
 The silhouette against the white backdrop huffed, and puffed, and let out out a ragged cough of exasperation. `` But sir, I'm quite sure that take was very scary, please just look over it. I need a brea -'' 
 
 `` You *need* to scare some damn ruffian cubs into not eating their pig masters! Now shut up and read the script with some bloody passion! Camera ready!?'' 
 
 The pig working the camera nodded, held up a cloven hand, and began counting down in knocks from three. 
 
 The Big Bad Wolf coughed again, `` Yes, sir'' and the red light came on. 
 
 `` You know, sometimes I just do n't *feel* like huffing and puffing. ``
