Summary: The Fairy Tale Version of the Very Secret Diaries. What was really going on in their minds? Is Fairy Dust really that shiny? First up, Little Red Riding Hood. R&R! No flames please.

Disclaimer: Fairy Tales are old classics and belong to everyone. The genius that is the Very Secret Diaries (for Lord of the Rings) sadly does not belong to me.

The Fairy Secret Diaries

The Diary of Little Red Riding Hood

Day One

Mum gave me picnic basket and red cape.

I think she's going to pawn me off to wealthy businessmen.

Stupid Mum

Day Two

Am going to Grandma's.

Odd name for wealthy businessman.

Must discuss this with him when I get there.

V. nervous.

Day Three

Okay, found out it's my real grandmother.

I fail to see the humour in this.

Slightly disappointed.

Day Four

Found pretty flowers!

Yay me!

Day Five

It gets cold at night, sleeping on the road. A hare took a liking to me. Scared it away with Mum's five-day-old egg salad sandwich.

Basket becoming rancid. Left it on side of road.

Day Six

Very hungry. No food.

Must resort to pretty flowers.

Day Seven

Thinking Mum was trying to get me out of the house. Shouldn't take this long to get to Grandma's.

Flowers not v. tasty.

Day Eight

Pretty flowers gone. Grass poor alternative.

Am afraid I will have to resort to asking for directions.

Day Nine

Met nice wolf. He got me more flowers to eat. Much tastier than the others.

Complimented my cape.

Thinking he might believe I'm something I'm not.

Day Ten

Tried special cape powers after climbing tree.

I cannot fly.

Day Eleven

Ran into wolf again. He calls me "Little Red Riding Hood".

Am slightly scared.

Day Twelve

Arrived at Grandma's. Wolf disappeared.

No one home. Will sleep in garden.

Day Thirteen

Was attacked by savage slugs in garden. They ate my non-magical cape.

Am v. sad.

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Wolf is Grandma. I am ashamed.

Mum will nag me for not knowing my relatives.

Day Twelve

Grandma ate me. Am thinking wolf may not be real grandmother.

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Okay, found real Grandma.

Ew.

Day Thirteen

Hot in here. Keep ramming my knee into something made of glass and filled with liquid.

Someone has a drinking problem.

V. hungry. No flowers to eat.

Day Fourteen

Was rescued by virile woodcutter man. I had no cape to flaunt, v. sad. He seemed to like Grandma.

Hussy.

Oh yeah, wolf's dead.

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Yeah...nothing's as good as the original diaries (even though this isn't Lord of the Rings). But please review anyway!