I saw her walk through the misty land with a brown wooden basket in her hand. My stomach growled as she looked my way, Whats that?, Whose there?, she started to say. I darted behind the tree, surely she can't see me
She paused then continued on her path, Skipping along with that sweet little laugh. Her cloak, like a shiny red apple flew behind her back, And it was then that i knew i was in for a decent snack.
Little red riding hood made her way to grandma's home, when she fractured her skull by tripping over a garden gnome
And there lay little red riding hood, my nights dinner Me the big bad wolf, the true winner