Red Riding Hood walked through the forest, walking to her grandmother.
A Wolf crossed her path, but he looked normal. Like a normal Wolf.
She looked at him, but she didn't talk. Instead, she skipped ahead.
Red Riding Hood was now fifteen, and she knew that these woods were dangerous. She had almost been raped once, but a man saved her! Now, when the Wolf saw her, he smiled. "Hello, little girl!" He called, "Where are you off to?" Red ignored him. "Mother said I shouldn't talk to strangers! Anyways, I remember what happened before." She shivered. "Goodbye!" She skipped off, and the Wolf sighed. As Red skipped along, the Wolf came back and smiled. "Little girl, look at the flowers you've missed!" He pointed at the flowers, and then she stopped. She looked at them and she picked a few. Then, she left, thanking the Wolf.
Once she arrived to an old oaken tree, she sat down and felt tired. "Oh, how I long for rest of my weary muscles." She said. The Wolf came back and smiled. "I can help you, little girl." He said. She gasped. "Oh, no! No, no no. I'm not doing that." She said, running away. But soon, her heavy picnic basket made her weary and she rested. Oh, how she longed for rest now. She felt perverted now, remembering the dick she saw before. It was great seeing a Wolf's dick, honestly. The memory made her shuddery
