It's Hard Out Here For A Wolf

I am known by many as the "Big Bad Wolf" I say that name in quotations because I am neither big nor bad. Actually now that I think of it, I'm not even a wolf. I am the illegitimate son of White Fang (the Alaskan husky) and Mr. T (the A-Team member). So as you can tell I get my Big and Bad characteristics from my mother, Mr. T, and my wolf characteristics from my father, White Fang. But I am telling you this only to get to the real issue at hand. I am innocent. Children across the globe have been force feed false stories portraying me as the villain. Ok I will admit I had an addiction to cocaine back in the 70's, which engendered my obsessive sneezing problem, but I didn't purposely knock down the two little pig's houses. Also who builds a house out of sticks? Come on! And straw, please, straw is useless even for farming. And to say I liked Little Red Riding Hood is just repulsive. She's too young, I had a thing with her grandma, why do you think I was wearing her clothes? There are all these stories portraying me as the bad guy, but in reality the only things I am guilty of are:
1. Sneezing too much and
2. Having a relationship with a seasoned elder. But as my good friends Caleb Florence and Daniel Harrison say, age before booty. So stop your accusations calling me the Big Bad Wolf, my name is Mr. John T. Fang and for the little pigs out there, stop being so stingy and buy materials that can actually withstand a small gust of wind.