Once a long time ago or maybe to this day, no one knows, there was a mystery of a little girl in a red velvet cloak, that her grandmother had made for Christmas. She wore it everywhere. That is why people called her Little Red Riding Hood.

One day her mother made some biscuits, a chocolate cake, a bottle of wine and some cookies and put them on the table. Then she wrapped them all up in a cloth and put them in a basket and told Little Red Riding Hood to go through the city, get on a bus at noon, visit her aunt; her aunt would drive her to a bus stop and then she would be at her grandmother’s. She warned her not to talk to any strangers.

“I won’t mother, I just won’t,” she said in a little high-pitched voice. Then she walked along.

“Oh, why aren’t I beautiful?”

She admired herself in a little lake by her house. Her mother warned her to hurry up so she went though the woods carrying her basket of goodies. Then she went farther into the dead woods. Then she went into the city, walked along, poked her nose into the toy shop and looked at all the beautiful dolls. Or at least she thought they were beautiful.

Her aunt kissed her on her cheek, gave her some cookies and milk to drink on the way to the other bus stop, kissed her on the cheek again and said, “Remember, don’t talk to any strangers.” Well, Little Red Riding Hood got on the bus and watched the beautiful scenery that went by.

“Oh, my! This is wonderful!” she thought to herself. Sitting next to her was a handsome young man, a stranger of course. He said, “Where are you going Little Red Riding Hood?”

“I’m going to visit my grand mama. She lives in the woods not far away and the bus is going to take me there.”

“Well, on your way could you tell me where you will go?” he said with a sly voice.

Little Red Riding Hood felt uncomfortable. Not remembering her aunt’s and her mother’s words, she told him exactly where it was.

When she got off the bus, she noticed that the stranger was right behind her. He was dressed in a tuxedo and he was incredibly fat. He held a cigar in his fat fingers. He knew he was fat, that is why he had to go sideways when he went through the door. “Oh, my!” he said as he straightened up his tie, “What a beautiful day.”

“Tis truly,” said Little Red Riding Hood. “I must go now,” in her high-pitched squeaky voice.
Then she skipped along carrying her basket of goodies. The stranger slyly smiled and tiptoed up after her first, but first he dug in his bag and brought out something gray. Who knows what it was?

Well, she went along but the sly person had gone up ahead and reached grand mama’s cottage before she. She opened it up and there was a wolf, dressed up like a grandmother in bed. She’d never seen her grandmother before.

“Grand mama! What beautiful…yellow eyes you have.”

A pair of yellow eyes flashed out from under the nightcap.

“All the better to see you with, my dear. Now come closer to let me hold your hand.” Grand mama’s hands were awfully rough and hairy but Little Red Riding Hood stroked them tenderly.

“Why Grand mama, what big hands you have!”

“The better to grab you with my dear!” and he picked her up and threw her into a closet.

She turned on the light, turned around, and “mmph, mmph, mmph”, there was her grandmother. Her grandmother was handcuffed in rope, and tape was around her mouth. She unwrapped it and saw her grandmother there, and she untied the rope and asked her what happened. The grandmother was so pleased to get some breath that she couldn’t tell her right away had happened.

They tried to get open the door but it was bolted tight. They sat there as her grand mama scratched the little girl’s back gently. There was no fresh air in there but at least they could breath.

They waited and a woodsman was walking by but do you know what? While the woodsman was walking by, you see, the wolf was not actually a wolf. He was actually a sly man who had gotten into a wolf’s clothes, and he had snatched the bag that had the goodies in it, and ate it all up.

Now as I told you in the beginning, the stranger was actually pretty fat, and this food made him a bit more overweight so even going sideways, it was hard to make it through the nice slim door. He couldn’t get through.

He broke the door frame off but it still wouldn’t get him out. Ugh!, he pushed, and Ugh!, he pushed. He couldn’t get out. All this fat blubber stuck to his belly. He got mad, he could not get his bottom out of there.

The woodcutter heard all this commotion, he looked in, and saw this wolf standing on his hind legs trying to get his bottom through the door frame. He was surprised, so he ran until he bumped into a policeman.

“Oh, Sir! Oh, please help me…”

“Yes. Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” “Is there a burglar?”

“I don’t know. That house is haunted.”

“Haunted? Hmm…”

He went over, got his handcuffs, stuck them around the two feet, and the wolf fell over backwards. Then here came a great big, giant man. He fell over and when he did, the head of the wolf came off of his own head, and he saw a figure of a bald head of a bald man.

He saw the policeman coming for him, he picked him up, and this goes for all of you folks too. “Never pretend you are a wolf or tell stories about a big bad wolf, because you know wolves aren’t really bad,” said the policeman.

It is true!

If you would like to know what happened to Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother, they screamed very loud in the middle of the night while the woodcutter was still cleaning up from the awful door frame mess. That is when he opened the door, and the two storytellers came out.