Little Red Riding Hood “The really true story” Version By: Olaia O’Malley
The Beginning Once Upon a time there was a little girl named little red riding hood she wasExcuse me? First of all my name is not little red ridding hood, it’s Veronica. And second of all the story you hear about me isn’t the right one. My story starts with a accident. You see, it all started with visiting a very good friend Rihana. She had sent me a red cape. The problem was that it was too big so I was forced by my mother who loved it so much to go to a tailor to get it fixed. Your probably thinking, ‘what could go wrong’ or ‘that doesn’t seem like a big deal’ well, you’ll just have to see. So I got there and the lady told me to stand up on a stool an put the cape on. I did what she said because I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. “Be careful I’m going to open the window.” Now this window is a really big window and just my luck that the tailor’s shop was on a hill and at the end of a hill it was a forest. I started to lose my balance. “Ahh!” I lost all my balance and went tumbling down the hill. That’s how I got the red cape…
The Basket
Don’t worry all is explainable. When I woke up from my fall. I saw Ms. Zacweiner staring down at me. Ms. Zacweiner was probably in her fifties. She had beautiful black hair with a streak of white going down the side of her hair. “Are you alright, honey,” she asked. “I think so. What are you doing here?” “I always walk in these parts of the wood.” Weird, just plain weird. My luck that we found each other. No one ever sees her. She’s basically a hermit. “Why don’t you follow me?” “Alright.” What could be the harm? You’re probably thinking. So we walked into the woods. I knew I could trust her because she and my mom used to be friends, best friends actually. I saw out of the corner of my eye a basket. Not just any basket. It looked like a hand maid one, with beautiful blue strings on the sides and it was decorated with elegant stokes of golden paint. In the inside it had a bouquet of flowers, some which she had never seen. It seemed to be pulling her to grab the basket.
“You can have it, you know,” said Ms. Zacweiner noticing that I was staring at it. “I-” “It was your mothers. She told me to keep it as a reminder of our friendship. But know I have found another friend so I shall pass it on.” Ms. Zacweiner handed it to her. “Thanks,” I said. I was speechless, unable to find words that suited the moment. “Maybe we can stop by the grocery store and buy some food to eat before I bring you back home.” “Alright that sounds good.”
The Wolf As we walked through the forest I was constantly lost I had no idea where we were going. This was new to me I never got lost I knew all there was to know about this town… I guess not. “We’re here!” said Ms. Zacweiner joyfully. “You want to know something Veronica?” The most delicious cookies in the forest are maid there at Granny’s Star Palace. “Sounds delicious,” I said. “Alright then let me run in and we’ll be at my house soon.” As I waited I started to picture the woods in my mind as a haunted wood. With wolves lurking everywhere and owls singing to the moonlight that shone mystically through the trees-. “I’m back.” I couldn’t wait to tell her all about my imaginations about the scary woods. I enjoyed to use my imagination, it usually alleviated me from my troubles, or when I was lonely. So I started to tell her all about my haunted wood and as I imagined she was such a kindred spirit. No wonder my mom and her were such good friends.
We soon came to her house and I was very excited to tell her the rest of my stories. “Look,” I said “a wolf skin. Cool.” So I put the wolf’s mouth over my head and said: “Hey look just the way I imagined it.” That’s when tragedy occurs…
The Hunter “LOOK OUT!” We heard the voice say the all of a sudden we also heard a gunshot. “Ah! The wolf skin that was on my head blew off. A man with short black hair and a gun in his hand bust through the door. “I got the police. Don’t worry citizens.” The police and reporters came busting through the door. Then I saw Mrs. Sadgy the tailor. “I was so worried. I didn’t know what to do,” she said. So we explained everything on how the wolf wasn’t real nor did I get lost in the woods. The reporters sighed they wanted a story so they came up with on how I got lost in the woods. And seeing I had a basket they added that I stooped to pick flowers and the wolf came up to me and asked me where I was headed and so on. So that’s the story on how Miss. Little Red ridding hood got her name and the rest that came with it..