Little Red Riding Hood Narrative

THE STORY OF LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

Once upon a dark, saddened time, there came a girl named Genevieve who loved caring for her old crippled Granny who lived in a nearby village. One glistening day, her mother called her into the kitchenette to break the news about Granny’s health.
“Genevieve! Poor Granny’s under the weather again and I insist that you leave her this apple-crumb cake that’s baking in the oven now. Do you remember what path to take to arrive at the cottage?” Asked mother.
“Indeed I do.” Genevieve said cheerily. 

With that being said, Genevieve skipped up the worn out wooden stairs that lead her to the bedroom where she placed the basket ready for the morning.

She awoke the next day with a pit of nerves deep in her stomach. Walking across the room, she buttoned up her red coat and slumped to breakfast cradling her packaged goods. Shortly after saying a brief goodbye to mother, she then headed out into the bitter cold weather in search for her Granny’s cottage.

After 30 minutes of shivering her way along the dirt road, there came a fork in the path. One way curved to the right, the other went a jagged left. At this point, Genevieve had to think persistently about what path to take.
“Must I go to the left, or the right?” pondered Genevieve.
“Do you need some help young lady?” A gravelly voice spoke behind her. Genevieve turned to see a dark grey wolf-like animal somewhat smiling at her.
“Granny is unwell, so I have come to give her some home baking. The problem is, I can’t remember which way to turn!” As Genevieve said this, her voice started to crack as if she would burst into tears.
“Well, why don’t you take the left path! It’s very quick..” The wolf sniggered.
“That sounds great, thanks for helping me!” said Genevieve relieved, taking off down the dusty path.

Although the wolf said that the path she had taken was a quick short route, Genevieve couldn’t help but think that he had tricked her into something disastrous. She had been walking along the dirt road for what had seemed like hours now, and every bit further she got, she became a little bit more worried.

Whilst Genevieve was on the verge of tears, the wolf was processing a cunning plan to eat the grandmother, then pretend to be her when Genevieve knocked on the door; so then he could gobble her up too! He raced along the opposite path that Genevieve took and in no time he was at the doorstep knocking on the door, innocently pretending to be Genevieve.
“Granny? Are you there? I have some freshly baked cake for you to have a munch on!” The wolf said slyly.
“Oh Genny! I have been hoping you that you will show soon! Did mother send you? Granny said wondering.
The wolf didn’t know what to say, Genevieve had never said anything about mother.
“Ah, that doesn’t matter!” the wolf said nervously. “How do I come in?”
“Pop the latch and lift the handle.” Granny spoke softly; not knowing what a mess she was getting herself into. The wolf let himself in and came threw the door. He jumped on Granny, careful not to tear the clothing that he would wear shortly after, and enjoyed his late lunch of an old lady. Licking his lips, he jumped into her slightly bloody clothes, walked over to her bed and made himself comfortable while he waited for Genevieve.

In the meantime while all of this was happening, Genevieve had calmed herself and continued walking, and noticed that the wolf hadn’t lied about the path as it did indeed lead her to Granny's house. She came to the porch and knock-knock-knocked on the door.
“Granny? Mother has sent me some delicious home baking for you!” Genevieve said proudly.
“Oh Genny! I was hoping that you would show soon! Did mother send you?” The wolf said imitating Granny perfectly.
“Oh yes she did! Granny, how do I come in?” Genevieve asked.
“Pop the latch and lift the handle dear.” said the wolf, licking his lips.
Genevieve entered Granny’s little cottage and headed to the bedroom area.
“My, What big ears you have!” said Genevieve, intrigued.
“The better to hear you with, darling” Said the wolf sweetly.
“But Granny, what big eyes you have!” Said the granddaughter, a tad spooked now.
“The better to see you with, sweetness” The wolf said, a little agitated about all of the questions.
“Must I say, what big teeth you have!” Said Genevieve backing away.
“THE BETTER TO EAT YOU WITH, DELICIOUS LITTLE GIRL!” Yelled the wolf, jumping out of bed and chasing the frightened girl around the bedroom.

After many minutes of the chase game, Genevieve, only just a little girl became tired and started to slow down. To the wolf, this was the perfect opportunity to eat her up. With his mouth open wide, she wolf pounced on the little girl and gobbled her up. The wolf, now the size of a full scale motorbike, layed down onto the bed and fell contently asleep; dreaming about more yummy humans to eat next time.


The End