Little Red
I’m sure you have all heard the story of Little Red Riding Hood. The version I’ve heard, and is the most common, is when Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother ends up sick so she goes in the woods to bring her food. On the way, a wolf approaches the girl and asks where she is going, which the girl answers nervously. The wolf suggests for her to go and pick flowers for her grandmother, and so she does, and in the meantime he goes to her grandmother’s home where he… swallows her whole. When the girl reaches her grandmother’s home, the wolf is there disguised as her grandmother and soon after, the foolish wolf consumes her whole as well. A hunter shows up (which is soo unexpected) and shoots the wolf dead, saving the girl and her sick granny. Well, I would like to take this story into my own hands and change it a little! It might turn out terrible, but at least I can say I tried.
“Dearest, your grandmother is quite ill.” Little Red Riding Hood’s mother was cooking up a pot of stew. “Why don’t you take her some food Little Red?” You see, “Little Red” was the sweetest child in the entire town. She would help Ol’ Bill, the poor man who was always found wandering around the church, and take care of him when he was ill. Little Red would run errands for everybody in the quaint little area, help wash clothes with Mrs. Rosemund and much more. So when her mother asked this, she jumped out of her seat with delight. “Of course mother! I would love to.” She picked up a basket near the table and filled it with fruits, vegetables, and bread. “Be careful of the wolves Little Red, I would dread the day you were hurt by those malicious creatures!” “Yes mother, you needn’t worry about me.” With that, Little Red hopped out of the door and skipped into the woods.
The forest floor was covered in leaves, and trees so high that not even The Giant himself could reach the top. Little Red looked around in joy at the beauty of the old wood; she loved going to see her grandmother. Her soft and curly blond hair bounced as she skipped, and her vivid blue eyes wandered over the falling leaves.
It was such lovely weather, but that didn’t stop Little Red from wearing her hood. That girl went nowhere without it, nor would she even attempt to. The moment she saw it at the town market, she fell in love. Its silky feel and blood red color would make her cheeks all the rosier. So, with plenty of begging from Little Red, her mother bought if for her and from that day on she never took it off.
There was a scurrying sound close behind Little Red and a low growl. “Oh no!” Her mother had warned her about the wolves, but she didn’t think that they would want to feast on her delicate little self. “Hey there my beautiful red darlin’.” Little Red turned around hesitantly to find a dark brown colored wolf sitting in front of her, staring into her eyes. “H-h- hello wolf. What is it that you might b-be wanting from me?” The wolf grinned, his tongue rolling off to the side of his mouth. His ears perked up and his gray eyes flickered over her. “Where you headin’ off to? You shouldn’t be out here all alone.”
“I…I was just on my way to my grandmother’s house. You know, to b-b-b-bring her some food. She is very sick.” The girl was beginning to worry as the wolf circled around her, eyeing her basket. “Well, ain’t you a sweet lil’ thaang?” said the wolf. “Why don’t you pick your granny some flowers too? I think she’d well like that,” he let out a heavy chuckle. “Don’t you?” Little Red smiled forcefully, “Y-y-yes, she would like that very much.” Little Red began backing away, basket gripped between her little hands. “I’ll go pick her some nice lilies, or maybe pink roses? Good-bye, w-w-w-wolf.”
She turned away from his wide smile and began skipping away again. ‘Boy, that sure gave me a fright!’ thought Little Red. So, as the wolf had suggested, she found her way through a random field of flowers and picked some that she thought would delight her grandmother. Little Red couldn’t wait to get to her grandmother’s home, she would be so surprised and happy! Thinking about all of it excited Little Red very much. Soon, she found her way to the little home and knocked at the door. The house was a pale yellow and beige color with soft pink shutters that had flower pots around the sills of the windows. “Come in dear Little Red!” That’s odd, grandmother shouldn’t have know that she was coming to visit her. She opened the door all the same and nearly screamed in shock. That was not her grandmother, it was the wolf! But Little Red couldn’t let the wolf see she knew or else she would get hurt. “Oh grandmother, you really are sick! Whatever happened to make you look so?” Little Red rushed to the bed and began her charade.
“Nothin’ to bad sugar, I just have a bad cold … is all?” Said the fake. “Hmm, I see. Well why don’t you let me get a good look at you? I might’ve seen this before.” The wolf pushed the blankets up more and shook its head. “Why not grandmother? I can help.” Little Red put her hand on the blanket, the other holding the basket and pulled it down. This made the wolf angry, and he growled lurching out of the bed. “Okay you little b***h, I ate your grandmother. Now I’m gonna do the same to you ‘cause I ain’t gonna put up with your little tricks!” Times like these, Little Red was happy that she had prepared herself. “I don’t think so Mr. Wolf. You have underestimated my naive looks and you will regret that you did. It wasn’t right for you to eat my grandmother, so I will have to hurt you.” The wolf howled with laughter and dropped down to the floor rolling. “Aha…waaa…oh my…hahaaa!” Little Red stood there watching the wolf in his hysterical state and laughed to herself. She pulled out the sword she had found along the way to her grandmother’s. It must’ve belonged to a soldier because of the size and design of it—how could a soldier leave something like this behind? Little Red questioned, but let it go. “It is quite funny isn’t it wolf?” Raising the sword with her tiny hands, she shoved it into the wolf’s chest and screamed.
All of the laughing and hollering stopped, and Little Red smiled in satisfaction. Then, a painful, ear stinging cry came from the wolf…but it wasn’t the wolf. Wait…the wolf…hadn’t he said that he ate… No, her grandmother! Just then, a hunter dressed in brown camouflage busted open the door with a fully loaded gun. “I thought I heard some ruckus, what’s going on…?” He looked down to see Little Red weeping on her knees, next to the wolf.
Silly Little Red Riding Hood!
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