red granny called. i stopped eating my rabbit and shifted getting my red hood on that she said was to prevent the"BIG BAD WOLF" from getting me even when i was the wolf......... maybe hiding was a BAD idea. "red is that blood on your chin" she asked shocked. "no granny i just tripped and fell on.. a dead rabbit" i said. "its that wolf again. killing our life stock. dam thing will be dead if i see it." she said. "how do we know it was a wolf. its could be a dog. or a coyote or a fox. after all it is fox season." i said defending myself even if its pointless when she cant know what i am. "are you standing up for the beast red?.. have you met the beastly wolf" she asked
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The last Tails
FantasyThe story of the little red riding hood was not in there eyes but in a person who changed it. is there really a wolf hurting red or is the wolf "redder" than you think. read mire to hear this great story
