Read the eight parts \(a\-h\) of the text and put them in a logical order to get a complete story. The first part is marked a).

• a) OK, so I got killed in the end. I’m not complaining about that. I wasn’t as clever as I thought I was. But I wanted you to know my story because I hate lies and the official accounts of what happened that day are all lie.
• d) The first lie is all the big-bad-wolf business. Big? I may have been average size once, but by the time I was killed, I was really skinny as I hadn’t a decent meal for weeks.
• f) Next, we come to the question of motive. The history books say I wanted to eat Little Red Riding Hood. I didn’t and I can prove it. But even if I had wanted to eat her, what’s so terrible about that? When she had eggs and bacon for breakfast, did anyone say a word? When she had turkey for Christmas, did she think about what had happened to Mrs. Turkey? What’s the difference between a little girl eating me and my mates eating a little girl?
• b) Anyway, as I said, I didn’t want to eat her. The fact is, I was after Red Riding Hood’s basket with all the wonderful food in it. I thought of stealing it from her there and then, for three reasons I didn’t. First, I didn’t want to make her unhappy. Second, she might have started screaming and I don’t like screams. And third, she might have started a fight and I was in no condition for it.
• e) My plan was simple. I wanted to run to Granny’s cottage, frighten her a bit and then let her run away. Then I wanted to pretend I was Granny and get Red Riding Hood’s basket. Only things didn’t work out that way. First of all, Granny wasn’t there. I thought it was my lucky day. In a few minutes, Little Red Riding Hood came along. When she knocked at the door, I was in bed.
• h) “How are you, Grandma?” she asked.
  “I’m not well at all, dear,” I said. “I’ve got a catching illness, and as I don’t want you to catch it too, I’ll stay in bed. Just leave the basket there, dear, and run home.”
  “Yes, Grandma,” said Red Riding Hood. She put down the basket and turned round to leave.
• c) But just my luck! At that very moment, Granny herself entered the room. “Hello, Red Riding Hood,” said Granny.
  “Hello, Grandma,” said Red Riding Hood.
  “Hello, trouble,” said I to myself.
  “Grandma,” said Red Riding Hood, “if you’re here, who could that be in your bed?”
• g) And before I even had a chance to impress them with my intellect, Granny had shot at me three times. They didn’t even call the vet. And while I was lying there, they calmly discussed the tale they would tell the newspaper reporters. You know the story they made up only too well. But I died happy in the knowledge that nobody in the whole world could be stupid enough to believe it. Or was I wrong?