The True Story Of Red Riding Hood

I was passing through the forest green pines with the freezing snow sticking against my onyx black paws. Suddenly the scent of raspberries and white choclate swirled up to my snout, running through my nostrils with excitment. I followed the amazing scent until my eyes caught the fire red cape. The wind blew the cape away from the body it was attached to perfectly. Just as the owner turned to pull the ruby cloak back against them I saw the image of the most angelic girl. She looked to be around the age of 15. Her skin was as white as the fluttering snow hitting the ground. The girl's eyes were a light sky blue which complemented the soft features of her face. But there was something special about this girl with the long red cape. Something that tempted me . . .