Little Red Wolf

Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf

Little Red Riding Hood stopped by the flower patch on her way to her dear old grandmother's.

In her time of illness, dear old grandmother has been unable to so much as rise from her bed.

Very much like Red Riding Hood would suspect from her dear old grandmother, days ago, when dear old grandmother was far into her fever, her daughter found her stumbling and mumbling her way through her chores.

Even with her illness, dear old grandmother insisted on having a clean house, and a hearty meal. And so, this became Red Riding Hood's job.

As the girl stopped by the flowers, she watched the flow of the flowers, the smell of the smooth petals in the breeze.

Looking with awed eyes was interrupted abruptly with the sight of the Wolf. Red Riding Hood, of course, kept her eyes on the flowers. Her dear old grandmother had a strict and serene way of teaching manners, this was passed to her daughter, and therefore to Red Riding Hood.

Warily, the girl glanced at the Wolf. She gave a polite smile, tipping her head.

At the move movement, Red Riding Hood's hat promptly fell. She kneeled quickly discomfort filling Red Riding Hood, every drop of blood in flux. The Wolf smiled his lips raising, chest heaving, uncoiling the girl's stomach.

"You're on an important mission, I see." The Wolf raised a paw, claws gleaming, towards the basket dangling from Red Riding Hood's wrists. The girl felt giddy at the Wolf's insincere kindness.

She clutched her hood to herself, despite the heat. The Wolf grinned and drew closer.

"Likely too busy to stop to speak with an old howler like me, I reckon." The Wolf's eyes gleamed and grew, Red Riding Hood looked to the distance, and the Wolf took in her plum arms, legs, and basket.

"I suppose you are correct. I really must be going, my dear old grandmother is ill and lives just down the street..."

Very quickly, as though it had always been there, a plan formed in the Wolf's mind. Red Riding Hood watched the animal with dreaming, blue eyes.

"Even so, perhaps I could pick dear old grandmother some flowers," She said as she reached to fluck the pretty things, the Wolf's shadow and nothing more in Red Riding Hood's sight.

So the Wolf bid Red Riding Hood farewell, and crept down the path in which he came.

Crawling under the fence of the only house down the street, the Wolf raised his head, and with great pleasure he took in the scent of human, only mildly tangled with the smell of illness.

Riding up the window curtain, the Wolf entered the small cottage. Yellow and flowers littered the walls, as well as knitted covers. Dear old grandmother laid in a creaky bed with a hand made cover and nightgown, both of which were ripped to pieces with it's owner, daisies now red roses, orange walls, piercing screams jazz in the Wolf's ears, and then nothing.

Even as Dear old Grandmother began to dissolve, the Wolf put on a nightgown, a hat, and sat under the covers. Waiting for Little Red Riding Hood to skip in.

With flowers in her arms, Red Riding Hood indeed did skip towards Dear Old Grandmothers place. On the war, she watched men men taking down trees with shiny toys.

They waved as she passed by, eyes on Little Red Riding Hood like the waves, this made her ever so pleased.

Her dear old grandmother's house sat alone, behind a white fence. Red riding Hood let herself in, and called out,

"Ever so sorry, dear old grandmother, for the time it took me." Red Riding Hood entered her grandmother's room to see the Wolf.

"My, what big ears you have," Red Riding Hood proclaimed, placing down her basket so she may hide herself once more.

"All the better to hear you with!" The Wolf claimed.

Red Riding Hood crept closer. She heard intently, as the men before left their spot and came closer.

"My, what big teeth you have!" Red Riding Hood stood near her dear old grandmother's bed, safely removing the toy from her sleeve, out of sight.

"All the better to eat you with!" Red Riding Hood screamed, and the Wolf then jumped out of bed, and Red Riding Hood raised her toy, and a strangled howl came from the Wolf.

Red Riding Hood felt the Wolf's breath, her toy through the creature's tongue, and deep below, Red Riding Hood could see her dear old Grandmother breathing still. The toy was out, and back in, the chest, and more roses, the leg, and wetter the bed, a slash, and a metallic taste in her mouth. Red Riding Hood screamed louder, louder still, and heard the locked door bang.

The door was ready to give, and so Red Riding Hood gave a final stab deep in the Wolf's stomach.

When the men entered the bedroom, Red Riding Hood sat crying in a corner, her toy under her hood.

"Did you see who did this?" The men asked. Red Riding Hood, who shook her head.

"Is there any other victims?" The axemen attempted to comfort the girl, but could not bring themselves that close.

Even so, Red Riding Hood stood.

Blubbering, she left the room. She grabbed the forgotten basket, and she skipped off, Little Red Riding Hood redder than ever before.