Lil' Red & Wolf

Chapter 12 - The End (Bad End)

A girl's scream echoed throughout the forest. The Woodcutter who was out in the woods collecting firewood and his dinner looked in the direction of the scream. Worried and curious, he put down his firewood and followed the forest path leading to the old grandma's house. The Woodcutter wondered if something had happened to the grandma or Little Red Riding Hood, everyone in town knew about how Little Red Riding Hood would always visit her grandma who lived deep in the woods.

Upon arriving at the grandma's house, he knocked on the door. The door creaked open at his knock, without permission, he entered. He walked towards the kitchen, then the bedroom looking for the grandma and Little Red Riding Hood. When he entered the bedroom, he saw a wolf in the grandma's clothing sleeping on the bed with a full stomach.

The Woodcutter quietly sneaked up to the wolf and cut open his stomach with an axe. There, revealed Little Red Riding Hood and her grandma, both shaking in fear. The Woodcutter helped them both out of the wolf's stomach before stuffing the stomach full of heavy stones. As if finally feeling the pain from the cut across his stomach, the Big Bad Wolf woke up with wide eyes. He noticed the Woodcutter and lunged towards him to only fall down onto the floor because of the stones. 

"Damn you! I swear I shall take revenge!" Wolf screamed at them as he bled out. Dying, right before their eyes.

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Little Red Riding Hood, her grandma, and the Woodcutter looked at the dead Wolf. If not for the Woodcutter, her grandma and herself would have been dead. Little Red Riding Hood looked at the Woodcutter and thanked him for saving them. The Woodcutter helped them clean up the wolf blood and he took the wolf's body for himself. Little Red Riding Hood decided to head home that day instead of staying over at her grandma's house. 

When she arrived back at the village with the Woodcutter, she told everyone what had happened. 

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The Spinner of Tales smirked under his cloak as he witnessed what happened. His thought to himself, 'A perfect story, the way it's suppose to be.'

The story had gone back to how it was suppose to be. With his work done, he closed his book and put away his quill. His body slowly disappeared, for he was going back to continue on writing and reading his books, making sure that another overwrite didn't happen. For his story, 'Little Red Riding Hood,' would forever repeat itself in an endless loop.