Little Red Riding Hood

The Little Red Riding Hood



Once upon a time, there was a cute little redhead named Little Red Riding Hood. One day she told her mother that she wanted to take a well-stocked picnic basket to her dear old grandmother on the other side of the dark scary black forest. Her mother warned her not to talk to strangers -- especially the dangerous big bad wolf. Little Red Riding Hood said she would be careful, and left. Half way there, she saw a mild-mannered hitchhiker. She pulled over in her bright red sports car and offered him a ride. Just before they got to the freeway turnoff for her old grandmother’s house, the heavily bearded young man jumped out and ran away. (Was he the wolf?) He hurried ahead to the waiting grandmother’s house, let himself in, ate her, and jumped into her bed, wait for Little Red Riding Hood. When Little Red Riding Hood got to the house, she was surprised, “Grandmother, what big eyes you have!” The wolf replied, “The better to see you with, my dear…” “But grandmother, what big ears you have!” “The better to hear you with, my dear…” “Oh, grandmother, what big teeth you have!” “The better to eat you with!” And the wolf jumped out of the bed to eat the Little Red Riding Hood. Fortunately for her, she was a recently paid-up member of the infamous National Rifle Association so she pulled out her brand new shotgun, and shot the wolf dead.