Let me tell you a story. A story called 'Little Red Riding Hood'.


Once upon a time there was a little girl. She had long blond hair and ocean blue eyes. She was a picture of beauty and kindness. She lived with her mother alone with a cat. Her father she did not know and never had. Her mother refused to speak of him but for all the little girl knew,he could of lived in the next village or could have died in some fetal accident. There house was cottage like,with stone bricks and a thatched roof. It was small but pretty and had a nice little fire to keep the heat in the house. The other side of the forest was where the girls grandmother lived. She was old but she tried to keep strong,and most the time she did. She knitted and made clothes and she was the one who gave the girl her red hood and cape. It was beautiful,a deep blood red make of the most silky material.


One day the grandmother's strong spirit had broke and she bed bond by the doctors orders,unless or course she needed a drink or some food. Little red's mother knew of her illness and so she packed a little basket of jam and bread whilst Little red was reading before the fire. "Little red," The mother called. "Come here please." The little girl stopped reading and went skipping up to her mother with eager eyes. "Could you go and take this to grandmother and collect some flowers from the forest to but do not talk to any strangers along the way." The little girl nodded and reached up a small hand to grab the basket of her mother and went skipping out the house,calling out. "Ok mother!" And she ran out the door,nearly slamming it behind her.


The little girl ran though the forest,looking for yellow and red flowers and she knew a wonderful patch to get them from. I watched from the side line of the trees. The little girl would be a perfect meal,but she didn't know that yet. I followed her till she bent down at a patch of red flowers. I watch carefully then emerge out from the trees,a fake smile upon my face. "Hello little girl,what are you doing on this fine day?" Black orbs watch her every movement. The girl looks up at me,pulling down her red hood the revile golden locks tumbling down her shoulders. "Well,ermm,i'm going down to my grandmothers." She points in the direction she is heading of to. "She is ill you see. I think I really should be going now...Bye." I can tell she is scared,she doesn't even bother to pick up any yellow flowers and only left with red in her small hands. I call after her. "I ope she gets better soon." And when she isn't looking,I dart silently into the forest,aiming to get there before she does.


I get to the cottage just before she does,darkness slowly closing in. I silently step up to the door,knocking and then stepping to the side,out of view. A old lady opens the door to see no one. She steps out onto the door mat and looks to the right. She doesn't have chance to look to the left though. I have pounced and have dug my teeth into her neck and cupped a paw over her mouth to cover her scream. She is dead. I realise my grip of her neck,looking round before grabbing a bony arm and dragging the limp body though the open door. A fire is burning,a tap is running and the quilts in the bedroom are folded. A spoon is in a cup with and a open jar of coffee lies still. I think I have time before the girl gets her and so I start to gnaw at her body,making it bloody,ripping of skin,tearing clothes and making her look a gruesome mess. I then drag her onto the bed,pulling the quilts so she looks as if she is sleeping,of course though,at closer view,she is not sleeping at all.


A door slowly creeks open and I go to hid under the quilts by the side of the dead women. The girls voice calls out and I hear footsteps coming closer,then I hear her breathing the I hear her gasp,drop and basket and stumble back. I start to come out of the covers. Oh,by the way did I mention,at the end of the bed there was a fire? I grin,jumping of the bed,the pads of my paws land quietly. "You should always listen to mummy." I say with a grin. Suddenly I spring at her,my paws thud against her chest and she stumbles back,her head landing in the flames of the fire. Screams rattle the air around and something bursts though the door. I see a figure of a man standing there,with a axe. A evil grin whips across my face as I jump out the window then silently go running of from the scene of the crime. A shout fills my ears. "NOO!!"



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