The true story of the little red riding hood.
Dedicated to Stef. (aka Evilchuchu.) Why? because I feel like it. And, Evilchuchu needs fanfics dedicated to her too.
Hi. My name is wolf. Not Big Bad Wolf, It's just 'Wolf.' Where big bad came from, I have no clue. Now, I am in the "Prison for fairy tale bad guys." With several witches, Giants, and Tons of wolves. Almost all of us have been wrongfully accused. Wolves are good creatures after all. . . And, witches and giants are just miss-understood.
Anyway, I bet you don't care about that stuff. So, I will tell you my story. And, You can decide for yourself who is guilty.
I was walking through a well lit forest path, in mid-morning - Not a deep dark forest - To visit my best friend, Granny. Earlier that morning, I got a call from her. She said she was sick, and asked me to visit her, and being the good best friend that I am . . . I wen't to see if she was ok. She probably only had a cold anyway, and was just using being sick as an excuse for me to visit her.
So anyway, while I was walking through the forest, I met up with Little Red. (That's not actually her name. It is really Stef.) Little Red was picking flowers by the path in the forest, and was carying a basket. I assumed it was full of chocolate cakes, and muffins, because Little Red always brings chocolate when her great aunt in sick. (No, she is not Little Red's grandmother, her real grandmother, is Granny's sister.) And, I don't even think she likes chocolate. I stopped to talk to her.
"What are you doing here" I asked her.
"Visiting my granny. Every time I call, and tell her I'm comming, she is never home when I arrive." Little red replied.
"What's in the basket?"
"That's none of you'r business mr Wolf."
At that time, I decided to take the short cut to granny's house, and warn her of the little chick. When I arrived, I just walked in to her house. She told me that I didn't need to knock. I went up to her room, and the door was already open. I found her working out to her favourite Richard Simmons tape. She liked to stay healthy, and in good shape.
"Hi" I said as I walked into her bedroom "You don't look sick to me"
"Oh? But, I was really sick this morning." She explained. "Let's play hide and seek."
"Alright. But, Little Red is comming over."
"Crap. She should have called first. Give me a chance to escape. . . . You're counting!" Granny took off running. I counted to twenty.
"18 . . . 19 . . . 20." I took off searching for granny. It would proabably take me at least 1 hour to look for her. She hides in the weirdest places. I went to the kitchen, and looked in the cupboards. Just as I expected, it was full of cakes from Little Red. While I was searching, I heard a knock in the door. It was probably little Red. Because I didn't know where Granny was, I did the only thing I could think of. I dressed up in a nightgown, and got in Granny's bed.
Little Red, Being the rude little person that she is, just walked right in to the house, and into Granny's room, without even waiting to be let in. I tried my best to get under the covers, so she couldn't see my face. But, I wasn't fast enough.
"Eek! Who are you, and what are you doing in my Granny's bed!" She shriked. (That "What big eyes you have" stuff, didn't happen.)
"You know who I am, Little Red."
"Ahh!! He knows my name!" Little Red took off running out of Granny's room, and her house. I got out of bed, and resumed looking for Granny.
Ten minutes later, She reurned with a cop. Not a lumberjack. The cop arrested my, for murder.
At the trial, Granny showed up. You'd think proof that she wasn't dead would be enough to set me free, but Red convinced the jury that I threw her in the closet (Which was where she was hiding) and was going to kill her later. No one would believethat we were playing a game. Red told the jury that she was scared into helping me. Apparantly I would kill her if she testified against me.
I got life in prison, for attempted murder. But I'm up for parole in only 17 years!! Depressing isn't it.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Dedicated to Stef. (aka Evilchuchu.) Why? because I feel like it. And, Evilchuchu needs fanfics dedicated to her too.
Hi. My name is wolf. Not Big Bad Wolf, It's just 'Wolf.' Where big bad came from, I have no clue. Now, I am in the "Prison for fairy tale bad guys." With several witches, Giants, and Tons of wolves. Almost all of us have been wrongfully accused. Wolves are good creatures after all. . . And, witches and giants are just miss-understood.
Anyway, I bet you don't care about that stuff. So, I will tell you my story. And, You can decide for yourself who is guilty.
I was walking through a well lit forest path, in mid-morning - Not a deep dark forest - To visit my best friend, Granny. Earlier that morning, I got a call from her. She said she was sick, and asked me to visit her, and being the good best friend that I am . . . I wen't to see if she was ok. She probably only had a cold anyway, and was just using being sick as an excuse for me to visit her.
So anyway, while I was walking through the forest, I met up with Little Red. (That's not actually her name. It is really Stef.) Little Red was picking flowers by the path in the forest, and was carying a basket. I assumed it was full of chocolate cakes, and muffins, because Little Red always brings chocolate when her great aunt in sick. (No, she is not Little Red's grandmother, her real grandmother, is Granny's sister.) And, I don't even think she likes chocolate. I stopped to talk to her.
"What are you doing here" I asked her.
"Visiting my granny. Every time I call, and tell her I'm comming, she is never home when I arrive." Little red replied.
"What's in the basket?"
"That's none of you'r business mr Wolf."
At that time, I decided to take the short cut to granny's house, and warn her of the little chick. When I arrived, I just walked in to her house. She told me that I didn't need to knock. I went up to her room, and the door was already open. I found her working out to her favourite Richard Simmons tape. She liked to stay healthy, and in good shape.
"Hi" I said as I walked into her bedroom "You don't look sick to me"
"Oh? But, I was really sick this morning." She explained. "Let's play hide and seek."
"Alright. But, Little Red is comming over."
"Crap. She should have called first. Give me a chance to escape. . . . You're counting!" Granny took off running. I counted to twenty.
"18 . . . 19 . . . 20." I took off searching for granny. It would proabably take me at least 1 hour to look for her. She hides in the weirdest places. I went to the kitchen, and looked in the cupboards. Just as I expected, it was full of cakes from Little Red. While I was searching, I heard a knock in the door. It was probably little Red. Because I didn't know where Granny was, I did the only thing I could think of. I dressed up in a nightgown, and got in Granny's bed.
Little Red, Being the rude little person that she is, just walked right in to the house, and into Granny's room, without even waiting to be let in. I tried my best to get under the covers, so she couldn't see my face. But, I wasn't fast enough.
"Eek! Who are you, and what are you doing in my Granny's bed!" She shriked. (That "What big eyes you have" stuff, didn't happen.)
"You know who I am, Little Red."
"Ahh!! He knows my name!" Little Red took off running out of Granny's room, and her house. I got out of bed, and resumed looking for Granny.
Ten minutes later, She reurned with a cop. Not a lumberjack. The cop arrested my, for murder.
At the trial, Granny showed up. You'd think proof that she wasn't dead would be enough to set me free, but Red convinced the jury that I threw her in the closet (Which was where she was hiding) and was going to kill her later. No one would believethat we were playing a game. Red told the jury that she was scared into helping me. Apparantly I would kill her if she testified against me.
I got life in prison, for attempted murder. But I'm up for parole in only 17 years!! Depressing isn't it.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.