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Little Red Riding Hood


Once upon a time in a small village there lived a very ordinary young girl. The girl's mother spoiled her, and looked after her as if she were a diamond. She lovingly sewed the girl a long red cape with a little bright red hood. Everywhere that that girl went in the village people called her Little Red Riding Hood. She felt like a star. She even signed her homework 'Little Red Riding Hood', even though her real name was Imogene Gumm.

One crisp autumn day her mother made a rich moist fruit cake, and said to Little Red Riding Hood, although she herself sounded quite bad, "My beautiful little red-hooded delight, I have sad news. Your grandmother is feeling sick. Please don't cry, it makes your cheeks blotchy. Be so kind as to take her this cake and this bowl of rum butter, so she can get better. And do not forget the most important thing!" What great advice was her mother about to give the girl? Was it something about safety?

"Don't forget to wear that precious red cape
I made for you!"


Little Red Riding Hood skipped off through the woods to grandma's house, thinking how cute she must look. As she was skipping and whistling she bumped into a Wolf. He was very hungry, and wanted to gobble her up immediately. He decided not to. There were lumberjacks nearby and he thought that they might hear her yelling. The Wolf was very smart. He politely asked Little Red Riding Hood where she was going.


Little Red Riding Hood batted her eyes - here was another fan! She told the wolf everything.
"I am going to my grandmother's house", she said, "to take her a rich moist fruitcake and some rum butter."

The Wolf looked at Little Red Riding Hood and licked his lips. He spoke very gently."This grandmother is very lucky to have such an adorable granddaughter. Where does she live?"


Little Red Riding Hood was flattered. She pointed down the path and gave very good directions as to how to get to her grandmother's house. "It's in a very private neighborhood, you know. Just in the next valley near the windmill, number 1A Fable Lane."

She even gave the stranger the address!


The Wolf laughed and told Little Red Riding Hood that they would have a race to her grandmother's house.

"You take the high road and I'll take the low road", he said, "and I'll get to granny's before you!" His road was shorter, and he was off in a dash, racing as fast as his four legs could
carry him.


Little Red Riding Hood watched him disappear into the forest. She began to skip but before long she lost interest in the race and settled down beside a pond. She looked at her reflection in the water, thinking how special she was, and even forgot about her poor sick grandmother! She brushed her hair and watched the dragonflies hover above the lily pads. The Wolf arrived at her grandmother's house very quickly. He knocked on the bright blue door of 1A Fable Lane.

"Who is there?" called out a lovely, tired
old voice.

The wolf made his voice sound higher, and as soft as butter."It is Little Red Riding Hood," said the Wolf. "I have brought you a fruit cake and rum butter to help you feel better."

The voice said, "The door is open, my sweet pea." The door flew open and the Wolf burst in! Before Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother even had a chance to scream he had jumped on the bed and gobbled her up.


The Wolf licked his lips, went over to the door and closed it, and crawled under the covers of the bed. He waited for Little Red Riding Hood to arrive. Red Riding Hood knocked on the door, very softly so as not to scrape her knuckles, because she had just applied hand lotion.

"Who is there?" called out a low voice.
The low voice surprised Little Red Riding Hood, but she figured, well, that's how old people sound, and besides, she hadn't visited her grandmother in a while.


She called out, "It is Little Red Riding Hood."

The voice said, "The door is open, my
sweet pea."

When Little Red Riding Hood walked in the Wolf pulled the covers up under his chin.

"My lovely granddaughter," he said. "Put the basket the table and come over here and jump up on the bed beside me, so I can see that smashing red cape."


Little Red Riding Hood giggled. She did what the Wolf had said, and jumped up onto the bed. Boy, the old lady must really be sick - she looked awful! Not to mention hairy. Little Red Riding Hood thought that old people should learn to use tweezers. Instead she commented on her grandmother's large glowing eyes.

"Grandmother," she said,
"What big eyes you have!"

"All the better to see you with, my dear."


Red thought that was sweet. Ugly people are often nice, she reflected. They have to be. She hugged her grandmother, but could not help commenting on the old lady's huge hairy ears.

"Grandmother," she said,
"What big ears you have!"

"All the better to hear you with, my dear."

"Well", thought Red Riding Hood, "she has a point. I do have a great voice." She smiled back at her grandmother. Her grandmother smiled back. Her grandmother's smile was full of filthy, jagged teeth, rimmed in red. Had she been eating tomato soup?
"Grandmother," she said, leaning in,
"What big teeth you have!"

Little Red Riding Hood's eyes bugged out in horror, but before she could even blink the Wolf had gobbled her right up.


Well most of you did not think that in the story the Wolf would eat Little Red Riding Hood.

But in this story, it did happen. And because it did happen, I must now tell you the moral of
the story.


Children, always heed the dangers
That come from listening to strangers.
Young girls who think they're just too precious
Are the kind wolves find delicious.

And not all wolves do look the same -
One might seem human, nice and tame.
He'll be charming and polite
Don't get sucked in, something's not right.

The quiet wolf who comes to call
Is the most dangerous wolf of all!


Solomon Owl in "Hallowe'en"
Solomon Owl in "Hallowe'en"

Or read this!

Dickie Deer Mouse in "In The Cornfield"
Dickie Deer Mouse in "In The Cornfield"