Little Red Riding Hood: An Alternative
Earlier in the story, Little Red Riding Hood is warned of strangers, but little does she know, there can be worse things.
Meanwhile, the wolf ran straight to the grandmother’s house and knocked at the door.
“Who is it?” a weary old woman’s voice croaked from behind the door.
“It is I, Little Red Cap. I have come with cake and wine to soothe your tired soul” sang back the wolf, in the best Little Red Cap voice he could produce.
Now, sick as she may be, grandmother was no fool. She had lived in these woods for years, and for many years, this wolf has tried to trick her. Only recently, fearing for her health, grandmother worried she would not be able to fight the wolf this time. She had prepared for such …show more content…
One on the left side of the room, that Grandmother claimed to be behind. One on the far wall, and one on the right. First, he slowly, quietly as possible, opened the door to the right. Only a simple broom closet lay behind that door. Next, he checked the far door, that one revealed to go to the basement. Satisfied, he burst through the door to the left, expecting to see an ill, old woman lying in bed. Instead, fell into a trap pit of spikes grandmother had set up for just such an occasion, and instantly died. You may think that is the end of this tale, but it is …show more content…
Being that the woods are filled with vicious creatures of all sorts of shapes and sizes, Little Red Cap rarely ventured out to see her Grandmother, in fact it had been several years since her last visit. She wasn’t sure what to expect. As Little Red Cap weaved around the maze of bookshelves, she finally arrived at the back. She saw a large figure hovering over a large boiling pot. The pot was bubbling atop a small but powerful green flame. Without a second thought, Little Red Cap rushed over to the figure, wrapped her around it best she could and said with a sigh of relief, “Oh Grandmother, I was so worried about you” Before she could realize what was happening, she was swiftly, almost too swiftly as if by magic, picked up and tossed into the boiling pot. She began howling from pain and looked to see the face of the figure she thought to be her Grandmother. She gazed upon a long crooked nose, and many warts covering almost covering the face of a nasty, old crone of a
Earlier in the story, Little Red Riding Hood is warned of strangers, but little does she know, there can be worse things.
Meanwhile, the wolf ran straight to the grandmother’s house and knocked at the door.
“Who is it?” a weary old woman’s voice croaked from behind the door.
“It is I, Little Red Cap. I have come with cake and wine to soothe your tired soul” sang back the wolf, in the best Little Red Cap voice he could produce.
Now, sick as she may be, grandmother was no fool. She had lived in these woods for years, and for many years, this wolf has tried to trick her. Only recently, fearing for her health, grandmother worried she would not be able to fight the wolf this time. She had prepared for such …show more content…
One on the left side of the room, that Grandmother claimed to be behind. One on the far wall, and one on the right. First, he slowly, quietly as possible, opened the door to the right. Only a simple broom closet lay behind that door. Next, he checked the far door, that one revealed to go to the basement. Satisfied, he burst through the door to the left, expecting to see an ill, old woman lying in bed. Instead, fell into a trap pit of spikes grandmother had set up for just such an occasion, and instantly died. You may think that is the end of this tale, but it is …show more content…
Being that the woods are filled with vicious creatures of all sorts of shapes and sizes, Little Red Cap rarely ventured out to see her Grandmother, in fact it had been several years since her last visit. She wasn’t sure what to expect. As Little Red Cap weaved around the maze of bookshelves, she finally arrived at the back. She saw a large figure hovering over a large boiling pot. The pot was bubbling atop a small but powerful green flame. Without a second thought, Little Red Cap rushed over to the figure, wrapped her around it best she could and said with a sigh of relief, “Oh Grandmother, I was so worried about you” Before she could realize what was happening, she was swiftly, almost too swiftly as if by magic, picked up and tossed into the boiling pot. She began howling from pain and looked to see the face of the figure she thought to be her Grandmother. She gazed upon a long crooked nose, and many warts covering almost covering the face of a nasty, old crone of a