A girl in a red hood skips along the forest path. A wolf beholds, entranced. His mouth waters.
He never hears two little pigs sneak up.
The pigs drag the unconscious wolf away, discuss rebuilding their flattened homes. They can afford brick now; the girl’s grandma has paid them well.
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She skipped contentedly, ignoring the gnarled trees with knotted braches that clawed at her. Her rich, scarlet cloak rippled in the bitter, icy wind, trailing behind her.
As she bounded joyfully down the sandy, meandering path she was oblivious to the malevolent wolf who was settled in the sombre shadows.
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“Grandmother, what big eyes you have!” said Little Red Riding Hood.
“The better to see you with, my dear,” said Grandmother.
“And what a big nose you have!”
“The better to smell you with, my dear.”
“And what big teeth!”
“Fusspots,” muttered Grandmother. “I put in your grandfather’s dentures again.”