That particular day, I left my den to go on a nice hike through the woods. Then I met her. Little Red Riding Hood came wandering up the path. She told me she wanted to go to her grandmother’s house, which was just down the path, but she was lost, so I, being the kind wolf I am, gave her directions. She thanked me and skipped off happily.
Later on, I began to worry if she reached the house safely. After all, she had seemed apt to getting lost. So I went to go check the grandmother’s house to see if she had arrived yet. When I knocked on the door, nobody answered. The grandmother wasn’t there. “Probably went to one of those tea parties again” I thought. “But I can’t disappoint the little girl.” Because of the thought of poor Little Red Riding Hood finding out her grandmother wasn’t there and being miserable, I decided to pose as the grandmother for the little girl so she wouldn’t be crushed. So, I got into the old lady’s clothes and got in the bed and waited.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I croaked, “Come in,” in an old lady voice. Little Red Riding Hood came in with her basket and set it down on the dresser. Then, noticing my paws that I desperately tried hiding with really big gloves, she spoke.
“My, Grandma, what big, furry hands you have!”
“The better to hug you with,” I replied. Then she observed my eyes.
“My, Grandma, what big, yellow eyes you have!”
“The better to see you with.” Then she saw my teeth.
“My, Grandma, what big, sharp teeth you have!” By this time I was running out of excuses. If only she would stop asking questions!
“Um, the better to eat my dinner with?” Then Little Red Riding Hood just HAD to look closer.
“Why, I do believe you’re not my grandma, but that wolf I met in the woods!” she exclaimed. Then she started screaming her little lungs out. (Or big) Since, that girl sure could scream.
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