6.27.2007

Picture and Poem


This is a picture accompanied by one of my poems done in photoshop.

Little Red Riding Hood




One beautiful fairy tale day a young girl called Little Red Riding Hood (this name was taken from her hood that was forever worn) was awoken by her mother. Her mother was bright and sunny this morning like always.

Little Red was young and a great friend to the forest and its creatures; she was never worried and had good trust in almost everybody. Little Red got up in a razzle and danced Little Red out of the door with her red hood strapped across her back, a loaf and a cake. “Take these to your ill grandmother and wish her your love,” ordered Red’s mother.

So off trotted Little Red joyfully walking through the shady morning woods leaving her home in the distance, she had been traveling for several minutes when she suddenly reached the heart of the woods and noticed a dim in the light and suspicion heavy in the air and she could see a shadow approaching her from behind. Was it hers? It was a wolf, she meant the wolf no trouble but from the growing eyes and the obvious hunger the wolf seemed to want trouble.

Little Red told the wolf of her deed and how she was going to visit her ill grandmother. The wolf seemed strangely interested. The wolf was hungry and would stop at nothing to hunt and devour its prey.
“How about we see who’s first to your grandmother’s cottage, we’ll call it a race!” demanded the wolf.
“I accept!” said Little Red, suspecting none of the wolf’s evil plan.

The wolf had already started before Little Red had a chance to say good bye, the wolf took the shortest track and went straight through the trees while Little Red Riding hood did what she was most commonly doing, skipping along, collecting flowers for her grandmother and cracking nuts to satisfy her own appetite.

The wolf was promptly at Little Red’s grandmothers and with great speed did not hesitate to capture her grandmother and eat her right up, then the wolf slipped in to the grandmother’s bed.

There was a sudden knock. Red had arrived. Tap! Tap! As Little Red entered.
“Who’s home?” asked Red.
“Um, well,” and after a short hesitation “ Your grandmother Little Red, yes, yes your grandmother.”

After the wolf’s shaky reply it was enough to satisfy Little Red and she entered and sprinted up to her grandmother’s room, being careful not to disturb her ill grandmother. The wolf demanded the cake and loaf be placed on the bedroom stool and he croaked.
“How about you come and sit with me here,” asked the wolf.
“Grandmother I never recall your arms being so long.”
“All the better to hug you young juicy girl!”
“Grandmother what enormous legs you have!”
“All the better to walk through the forest with you.”
“What large ears you have grandmother.”
“Well all the better to listen to you with!”
“Grandmother, what big bent teeth you have.”
“All the better to eat you with!”
And suddenly the wolf revealed his claws and instantly swallowed Little Red in a mouthful! She was to late to realize her grandmother was not really her grandmother but the great wolf from the forest!

The wolf was tired after such a descent mouthful and he fell straight asleep in the small-decorated cottage. Just soon after the wolf’s feast the woodcutter passed by to tidy up the grandmother’s garden. He heard the wolf’s snore and ran to the front door, chopped it down and sprinted up the stairs, he almost cut the wolf right throw the gut but suddenly he heard a scream and instead his axe handle knocked the wolf out and he blacked out on the floor. The woodcutter’s wife was called up the stairs and she cut right throw the guts being careful not to clip the wolf's victims. Once there was a tidy gap the grandmother and Little Red jumped out.
“You saved our lives!” screamed Little Red in excitement.
“Are you all right, we need to get out of here,” replied the woodcutter.
So they ran down the stairs and out side. The woodcutter’s wife remained there and sneakily she got a needle and thread, put the stool in the wolf’s stomach and stitched it back together.

When the wolf awoke he felt old and he thought his filled up stomach might have caused this. So he got up but the strain in his legs was to heavy to keep up so back he felt on the bed and realized that the stool was missing, now he found his face of anger, one that was long waiting to be used.

In the end it was of no use for he was still stuck in the grandmothers bed. And when the woodcutter realized the wolf was awoken he struck his axe and the wolf’s head went flying across the floor. The woodcutter took this opportunity and cut the wolf’s fur right off and knitted a new red coat for Little Red Riding Hood, and he didn’t dare tell her what he used to stain it with red.

Together that day they drank some tea and had a great laugh for the wolf was finished and forever gone.

By Daniel

6.21.2007

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