oh, little red riding hood, simply delivering their kind old grandmother some freshly baked pastries their mother made that morning. the only rule was to be back before the sun set, as who knows what would happen to them, or who would appear.

so on they went, traipsing down the beaten path, feeding the bunnies and deer rips of the croissants. they weren’t even half way to granny’s when a large figure loomed around them, hiding in the shadows of the cast the sun set.

oh and how little red riding hood quickened their pace, hoping to seek refuge with their grandmother. the walk here was never this long, was it? before they could react, the stalking fiend showed themselves, jumping out in front of them.

“how cute. i wonder how delicious you’d taste.”

he growled, eyeing them ravenously, and i’m sure he’d wouldn’t want the desserts.