Little Ruby Rose
Once upon a time there was a dear little girl named Ruby, who was loved by every one who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child.
One day her mother said to her, "Come, Little Ruby, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine; take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing; and when you go into her room, don't forget to say, 'Good-morning,' and don't peep into every corner before you do it."
"I will take great care," said Little Ruby to her mother, and gave her hand on it.
The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Ruby entered the wood, a Beowolf met her. Ruby did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.
"Good-day, Little Ruby," said he.
"Thank you kindly, Beowolf"
"Whither away so early, Little Ruby?"
"To my grandmother's."
"What have you got in your apron?"
"Cake and wine; yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger. I also brought Crescent Rose. It's a scythe, and a high-impact customizable sniper-rifle," she said, as she showed off her weapon.
This surprised the beowulf, but he was nothing if not clever, and he knew exactly what to do.
"It was nice meeting you," said the Beowolf, "but I'm in somewhat of a hurry. Maybe I'll see you again later." He then left hastily, and made sure to never enter this part of the forest again. Ever.