The Real Little Red

Papa?" I screamed running on the creaking floor boards of our old house. My red cloak flew in front of me as I pulled my red hood my
shiny brown hair.

"Whats wrong, my darling?" Asked Papa as I walked into his bedroom. He was folding some Landry that he had let to dry out outside after he washed it in the huge bucket that all the other villagers used. I looked around to see a bed and a little old table beside. Granny had always told me it belonged to her parents before she gave it to my father as a present.

"Come quick. Something terrible has happened." I said in a worried voice. Papa hopped up quickly from the bed and followed me outside our dwelling. I led him to the wishing well where we got all out water supply from. Villagers surrounded quickly. We both looked down in to it to see dark red blood that filled the well to the very rim.

"The wolf. It's back." He whispered to himself. "Hazel, there is no need to worry. You'll be safe." He said. I noticed the blood was the same color as my dark cloak.

Some of the time, people called me Hazel because that is my name of course, but sometimes people called me other names that referred to my cloak. Most often, people called me Little Red.