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Little Red The Red Hood

"Skipping to my Grandma's house, my Grandma's house, my Grandma's house! Skipping to my Grandma's house I go!"

Red's angel-like voice rang through the woods, her small body skipping on the path, and her red hood billowing behind her. The sun shining through the leaves, casting an angelic style light over her face. The scene was pretty enough to paint.

Red was beautiful in the purest way. Her cheeks rosy, lips full and red, her skin without imperfections. Her neat black hair tucked into her hood.

However, her beauty would sometimes attract unwanted attention.

Wolf had been stalking her for quite sometime. He would always watch her intently, waiting for a time to finally nab her. To keep her. That's the way Wolf worked.

Of course, she had no idea of this.

So she kept going on, skipping with complete ignorance towards any dangers. Her eyes closed, opened only on rare occasions, when she wanted to have different daydream. She never noticed Wolf, slowly following her throughout her journey.

She did notice the temperature dropping, and looked up at the sun. She noticed how it had hid behind a cloud, so she tucked her hood in closer, and continued to skip. She didn't care about the cold, she just wanted to see her Grandmother.

Her was suffering from Alzheimers, so she was starting to lose her memory. Red was very close to her Grandmother. In fact, she was the one supporting her. Her parents gave up trying to help her when they heard about the Alzheimers, so they left Red to do everything. Doing the noble thing, she took the challenge.

She tucked her hood in even closer, feeling the air grow heavy. She looked around, and started to see the fog appearing.

She closed her eyes, assuming she knew the path, and continued on her way.

So she didn't notice how foggy it was getting.

Or how she had wandered off the path.

Not even how Wolf was growing ever closer.

She had finally opened her eyes, and realized she was hopelessly lost. The fog blocking the way back to the path, and still the clouds hid the sun. She looked around, and only saw the heavy gray blanket over the forest.

"Grandma?"

She called, hoping, praying for a response.

"Grandma? Please help!"

She called again. She continued to call, needing to find her way through the woods. To Grandma's house.

She didn't know that the Wolf had gone off the path, too. Still trying to find her, he was able to follow the calls.

"Grandma? Are you there? Anyone!?"

She didn't know that Wolf was coming closer.

She didn't know because her calls were covering the sound of footsteps.

She didn't see because the fog covered Wolf's maw, taking a bite out of her perfect head.

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