Fairly stupid tale

Fairly stupid tale

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Hello this is my first ever story I hope you enjoy it. Hello I hope my stupid tale it'd called the little red running shorts once upon a time a girl named little red running shorts . Her mum gave Here a basket of cakes .your grandma is not very well go give her some food ok she said .Her mum also told her do not talk to a stranger ?oh mum I won't t trust me.On her way who she met was a greedy wolf he said escuse me why don't you take a short cut and where are you going .My mum told me not to talk to strangers he said you are already talking to me.she went down the ally way she beat the wolf to granny's house . He knocked and she said yes enter THE END urrrgh who this guy one page of story I'm not even in it
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Now, Red is a story book character, but here is a story that nobody has ever heard of before. Red Ridinghood is a wolf hunter to the third degree. She is twenty five with brown hair. Her eyes as white as ice. This is how werewolves think that she's one of them, but she's not. Red carries around a bow and arrow in her little basket so that she doesn't seem suspicious. Her gran made it for her before she died from a werewolf attack. Red's first werewolf was at the age of fifteen when gran died and she has been killing ever since. But let's just go through the background details. When Red was about five, she got a red hood and a basket. She would always go from her little cottage to Gran's old home by a pathway, that was eroded with weeds and daisies, so that she could deliver her mother's famous home made jam drop biscuits. Now this is a time without any cars so it was about a half an hour's walk. Yes, Red would always hear things in the forest an turn around to see who it was. No one there. So she kept walking. The only thing is that you can never fall for a werewolf. This was going to be hard. Warning: the following chapter may contain corse language, spiritual violence and fantasy drama.

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