Little Red

Little Red had finally made it to her Grandmother’s house. She was exhausted from her trip. The lights were dim and she let herself in. 
It had been a long time since she had seen her grandmother and she barely recognized the person in the bed across the room. Grandma beckoned for Red to come closer.
“Grandmother, what big arms you have!” Red exclaimed.

“All the better to hug you with, my dear.” Grandmother didn’t sound like herself.

“Grandmother, what big ears you have!”

“All the better to hear you with, my child.”

“Grandmother, what big eyes you have!”

“All the better to see you with, my child.”

“Grandmother, what big legs you have!”

“All the better to chase you with, my child.”
As the words left her lips, grandmother sprang from the bed toward Little Red. Red was shocked to see that the person wasn’t her grandmother at all. It was the creepy man she had seen hours before, at the beginning of her long walk. He had been extremely lecherous and inappropriate, but Red had paid him no mind.
Terrified, Little Red ran from the house. She tripped, tumbling to the ground and the man dressed as her grandmother was standing over her scowling. Red screamed as the man grabbed her arms. He dragged her as she kicked and tried unsuccessfully to claw at him.
Then suddenly, with no warning, a wolf lept from the woods. In one fluid motion, without pause or hesitation, the wolf ripped at the man’s throat. He dropped along side Red.
As the man lay gurgling in his own blood Red stood up and delivered a swift kick to the man’s groin. She stood there next to the wolf and watched as the man bled out. She thanked the wolf profusely and went to find her grandmother.
The moral of the story is: not everything is as it seems…even the big bad wolf may wind up being your friend. 
~ S.D.


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