Little Red Riding Hood (from the perspective of the wolf)
November 15th, 2007 by jadeite
Wrote this during class, as part of an exercise to rewrite a narrative into a recount :D
I went to the woods two days ago with a very great mind to eat a little girl up. Fortunately for me, a girl called Little Red Riding Hood came by, looking delectable in her shiny red coat – but there were many woodcutters working nearby and I did not dare to do anything at that moment.
I schemed and plotted and planned to get my jaws around this tasty little girl. I asked her, “Where are you going?” Little Red Riding Hood replied, “I am going to see my grandmother and carry her a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother.”
I put on my oiliest, smoothest voice and told her I would visit her poor ailing grandmother too. I told her I would go one way while she should go another, and we would see who ended up at her grandmother’s house first.
She took the left fork in the road while I ran as fast as I could down the right fork. It was not long before I reached the old lady’s house, and I rapped smartly on the door.
“Who’s there?” her voice came, old and quavery.
I could barely stop myself from sniggering as I put on my best little girl voice. “Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood, who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter from Mother.”
She told me to let myself in – could it really be that easy? – and in a flash I pounced upon the old woman and chewed her up. She was tough and stringy, but oh, how she whetted my taste for fresh, tender little girl meat.
I took the old woman’s clothes and put them on – all the better to trick the little girl with – and got into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin. It wasn’t long before a timid little knock sounded at the door.
“Who’s there?” I asked. I could sense that she knew something was up, because of the hoarseness of my voice, so I softened it as much as I could. Stupid little girl, she fell for it and came right in. I licked my chops.
“Come get into bed with me,” I invited. My voice quavered with greed, but she thought it was because I was ill. She stripped off her clothes and climbed into bed with me. I could barely stop myself from drooling on the bedclothes.
I can’t precisely recall what happened next, some inane conversation, but the most exciting part of my afternoon commenced as I fell ravenously upon her warm, sweet little body and gobbled every last bit of her up.
Burp.