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Even Littler Red Riding Hood
Little Red Riding Hood lived near the forest with her mother. One day, her mother said, ‘If I bake some cakes, will you take them to Grandmother? Only, be careful as you walk through the forest, because of the wolf. He is dangerous and fierce and will eat you.’
The little girl had barely been on the forest path for five minutes before she saw the wolf. She stopped, petrified. But the wolf did not seem to even notice her at first. He had his hairy head buried in a book called ‘Lupine Anger Management - Module 1.’
Just then, the Wolf’s head emerged from the book.
‘Oh, hi there, hun,’ he said, amiably. ‘How goes it?’
‘Fine,’ said Red Riding Hood, smiling nervously. ‘I’m just off to Grandmother’s with some cakes.’
‘Lovely day for it,’ said the Wolf, raising a cheerful paw. ‘Enjoy!’ And he went back to his book. So Red Riding Hood skipped off to visit Grandmother, leaving the Wolf very pleased with himself and writing a big tick against Chapter 3, ‘How to resist attacking little girls dressed in bright colours.’
The End, and just in time for Corrie.