Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. The skin may betray you, she was hard as stone, something you don’t catch with the first eye. As a three year old girl, she was recruited in the National Elite Force and later became the king personal bodyguard. After two years there she quited the job and went home to watch for her mum and grandma. Her mother was excessively font of her; and her grandmother doted on her still more. This good woman had a little red riding hood made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood.One day her mother, having made some cakes, said to her, “Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter.” ” Don’t forget the gun dear!” her mother said. It have been a war lately and you could not go out without any protection.
Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother, who lived in another village.
As she was going through the wood, she met with a wolf, who had a very great mind to eat her up, but he dared not, because of some woodcutters working nearby in the forest. He asked her where she was going. The “poor” child said to him, “I am going to see my grandmother and carry her a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother.”
“Does she live far off?” said the wolf
“Oh I say,” answered Little Red Riding Hood; “it is beyond that mill you see there, at the first house in the village.”
“Well,” said the wolf, “and I’ll go and see her too. I’ll go this way and go you that, and we shall see who will be there first.”
The wolf ran as fast as he could, taking the shortest path. What he didn’t know were that the little girl was extremely fast and got there before him. The wolf arrived a little later at the old woman’s house. He knocked at the door: tap, tap.
“Who’s there?”
“Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood,” replied the wolf, counterfeiting her voice; “Who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter sent you by mother.”
The grandmother, who was in bed, cried out, ” But.. ooh Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up.”
The wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened. “Well grandma, what’s for dinner?” The wolf walked to the terrified grandma, ready to eat her in one second. He was extremely hungry for it been more than three days since he had eaten. Suddenly Little Red Riding Hood came out from the closet with a heavy machine gun in her hands. The wolf tried to run for the door, but he was to slow. Little Red Riding Hood filled him with 20 bullets, 5 in his head. He slowly fall down on the floor, with blood floating everywhere. It was a terrible sight, but grandma just said ” Good aiming dear!”, go say to one of the woodcutters that we got a wolf.
“Oki grandma”, said Little Red Riding Hood
So the story about the wicked wolf ended, and Little Red Riding Hood lived happily ever after, with her mom and grandma.