This is the story of Little Red Riding Hood and The Little Woodsman.
Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother wasn't feeling well. Red was going to take her grandmother some bread and cookies.
Little Red's mom told her to beware of the Big Bad Wolf and not to dawdle.
But once Red was on her way she checked to make sure nobody was around.
Then she sat down and enjoyed a snack.
"What else did my mom put in here?"
"Oh! Was that the wolf? I'd better get going."
With a cookie in one hand and her basket in the other, Red skipped towards Grandmother's house.
Soon she heard a sound.
She stopped and pulled her hood up over her pigtails.
Then she cautiously resumed her journey,
She stopped periodically to look around and listen for The Wolf.
The forest began to loom menacingly, crowding her happy thoughts.
She raced to Grandma's believing that she would be safe there.
I hesitate to tell you of the horror she experienced. If it weren't for The Little Woodsman we would have lost poor Red and Grandmother to The Big Bad Wolf.
Grandma was so traumatized that she sent the basket of treats home with Little Red.
This time, however, Red didn't need to watch for the wolf. She was free to picnic and enjoy her solitude.
She took several breaks along the way home.
She munched on bread and cookies, and gazed at the fall foilage.
On one such stop she was thrilled to spy a friend.
She called out to him.
And invited him to share her goodies.
So they sat together. Eating.
And talking about the day's events. Red thanked him over and over for saving the day.
The End