She was walking in the woods. The sky. Gloomy. Dark. She turned a corner and heard a crack! She couldn't see anything but the shadow of the trees. She went on. The wolf appeared from behind a tree. The wolf was black, illuminated by the sun rays. Savage. Awaiting its victim.
Hello my dear, where are you going with that basket?
I should not talk to strangers.
Here I picked you some flowers.
Thank you. She went on.
She arrived at the cottage. She put the basket on the bed. Oh Christ. O Christ. What big eyes you have.
All the better to see you with.
Oh Christ. Oh Christ. What big ears you have.
All the better to hear you with. What big teeth you have.
All the better to eat you with.
She screamed. A woodcutter burst through the door. An axe in hand. He chopped off the wolf's head. The head lay motionless on the floor. He opened the cupboard door. Coldness and damp. A high pitched squeal came from the corner of the room. The woman's arms were tied up. The woodcutter cut her free.
Okay?
Okay.
You okay Granny?
Im okay.
Sure?
Okay. She kissed her granddaughter on the cheek. The woodcutter left. They sat down and ate the food from the basket. Then Little Red Riding Hood went home.
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